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Once terrified, he became a brute. The greatest cruelty is that inspired
by fear.
He growled out,--
"
This simplifies matters."
And he indulged, standing behind Ursus, in rubbing his hands, a
peculiarity of the selfish, signifying, "I am well out of it," and
suggestive of Pontius Pilate washing his hands.
Ursus, overwhelmed, bent down his head.
The sentence on Gwynplaine had been executed--death. His sentence was
pronounced--exile. Nothing remained but to obey. He felt as in a dream.
Some one touched his arm. It was the other person, who was with the
justice of the quorum. Ursus shuddered.
The voice which had said, "Gwynplaine is dead," whispered in his ear,--
"
Here are ten guineas, sent you by one who wishes you well."
And Barkilphedro placed a little purse on a table before Ursus. We must
not forget the casket that Barkilphedro had taken with him.
Ten guineas out of two thousand! It was all that Barkilphedro could make
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