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For yonder went the loneliest man in all God's unhappy world. “I want to be your friend,” he said. My name is Armytage—Lord Ernest Armytage. And yet I know not—for the object of his visit here to-night was to serve Jack, who, if your statement is correct, which I cannot however for a moment believe, does not deserve his assistance. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. He listened.
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