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But it was not the unexpected sight of the Chief Fisher that held Nanty's eyes. In Nickson's elbow-chair, an ancient thing of oak padded with sheep skin, sat a pale young man with a bandaged forehead. In a second he was on his knees beside him.
"Harry, my dear Harry," he cried. "God be praised that I have found you. You are ill? You are wounded?"