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‘Their last prize,' continued Hayston, ‘was a dreadful sight! Pah! I can hardly bear to think of it now. ' As he spoke, his face darkened, and a look of rage, concentrated, lurid, pitiless, passed over his features, transforming their whole expression into that of a demon-an avenging Azrael; his whole countenance suddenly passed from a state of smiling, even fascinating courtesy, to that of murderous wrath-deadly, implacable, consuming.
‘They paid the penalty? ' said Carteret.