For the present the desire to fly was gone. When he awoke, it was late in the day; but though
he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse of a face peeping at
him through the iron grating over the door, no one entered the prison, or held any
communication with him. "It is her child!" shrieked Rowland, in a voice heard above the howling of the
tempest, "risen from this roaring abyss to torment me. She longed to allow him to kiss her
again, to touch her again. Oh, it
is unbearable. ‘He isn’t Valade, and the Comtesse de St Erme is
absolutely furious. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating
so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. Huge trees obscured the view of it.
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