CHAPTER XII.
THE END Philip tore back to the prison, to be met at the door by Lucy.
'I hate you,' she said briefly, and Philip understood.
'I couldn't help it,' he said; 'I did want to do something by myself.' And Lucy understood.
'And besides,' he said, 'I was coming back for you.

Don't be snarky about it, Lu.

I've called up Caesar himself.

And you shall see him before he goes back into the book.

Come on; if we're sharp we can hide in the ruins of the Justice Hall and see everything.