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It was only a few minutes measured by the clock -- though Adam always thought it had been a long while -- before he perceived a gleam of consciousness in Arthur's face and a slight shiver through his frame. The intense joy that flooded his soul brought back some of the old affection with it.
"Do you feel any pain, sir? " he said, tenderly, loosening Arthur's cravat.