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The royal chair is the throne.
Meanwhile the two clerks were writing, each at his table--one on the
register of the Crown, the other on the register of the House.
Then both--the Clerk of the Crown preceding the other--brought their
books to the Lord Chancellor, who signed them. Having signed the two
registers, the Lord Chancellor rose.
"Fermain Lord Clancharlie, Baron Clancharlie, Baron Hunkerville, Marquis
of Corleone in Sicily, be you welcome among your peers, the lords
spiritual and temporal of Great Britain."
Gwynplaine's sponsors touched his shoulder.
He turned round.
The folds of the great gilded door at the end of the gallery opened.
It was the door of the House of Lords.
Thirty-six hours only had elapsed since Gwynplaine, surrounded by a
different procession, had entered the iron door of Southwark Jail.
What shadowy chimeras had passed, with terrible rapidity through his
brain--chimeras which were hard facts; rapidity, which was a capture by
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