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But the Mary Temple cup was safe upon its little velvet pedestal.
There was only one name upon the lips of all, now. But he heard the shouts only in a sort of trance. He heard his name called, and it sounded strange to him to hear _his_ name -- Billy Simpson -- shrieked by the multitude. It sounded like a different name, somehow. He could not face them -- no, he could not do that. And no one saw him.