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I alit / On a great ship lightning-split, / And speeded hither on the sigh / Of one who gave an enemy / His plank, then plunged aside to die. / "Prometheus Unbound".
Recess followed. Clifton and I had the opportunity of exchanging a few words. He was voluble; I was reticent. I felt obliged to hide from him the true cause of the deep agitation under which I was labouring. Attached as he was to me, keenly as he must have felt my anomalous position, he was too full of Moffat's unwarrantable introduction of testimony damaging to his client, to think or talk of anything else.