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LE BLANC stood winking and blinking, turning from one to the other as if he feared his reception. All his old truculence and arrogance were gone.
He seemed to be the mere wreck of a man, broken down and dilapidated, a veritable derelict. There was no one in the room who was unacquainted with his past. There was certainly nobody in the room, with the exception of Sir Arthur, who did not feel at once pity and contempt for the man who had brought this upon his own head by his own folly.