You have shackled me hand
and foot and placed me in this death trap, but your ears shall not be
greeted with any moans or cries of complaint. The vengeance you have
mapped out will fall short in that."
A sneer broke from Halloran's lips; he could not help but admire the
dauntless courage of the man before him, but he would not have admitted
it for anything the wide world held. With a fiendish laugh that rang in
Lester's ears for long hours afterward, Halloran turned and left him,
sauntering into the outer room and banging and locking the door after
him.
It was a night never to be forgotten by Lester to the last day of his
life. His mouth was parched with thirst; the blood in his veins seemed
turning to lava, and his eyes were scorched in their sockets.
Once the door suddenly opened and Halloran thrust in his head,
exclaiming:
"Let me give you a piece of news to dream over, my dear fellow: Your
Cousin, Kendale, is with the beauteous Faynie just now, probably holding
her in his arms, kissing the lovely rosebud mouth.
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