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As he stood in the blinding blaze of the electric light, the derelict glanced almost defiantly at Lugard. He strangled a sob in his throat.
Cecil could see that his chest was heaving under the stress of powers and emotion, but there was no longer any passion in his eyes. For a minute or two the men stared at one another.