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It was a strange meeting. Full of a great throbbing hope, I glanced from one to another of their faces. My father's was white and set and stern. My Uncle Rupert's was ghastly pale, sad, and expressionless.
"I owe my life to you and your son," he said, slowly. "Would to God it had been to any other man!"