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"
Better
be
poisoned
than
stifled
.
"
Summerlee
nodded
his
reluctant
acquiescence
and
held
out
his
thin
hand
to
Challenger
.
"
We
’
ve
had
our
quarrels
in
our
time
,
but
that
’
s
all
over
,
"
said
he
.
"
We
were
good
friends
and
had
a
respect
for
each
other
under
the
surface
.
Good
-
by
!
"
"
Good
-
by
,
young
fellah
!
"
said
Lord
John
.
"
The
window
’
s
plastered
up
.
You
can
’
t
open
it
.
"
Challenger
stooped
and
raised
his
wife
,
pressing
her
to
his
breast
,
while
she
threw
her
arms
round
his
neck
.
"
Give
me
that
field
-
glass
,
Malone
,
"
said
he
gravely
.
I
handed
it
to
him
"
Into
the
hands
of
the
Power
that
made
us
we
render
ourselves
again
!
"
he
shouted
in
his
voice
of
thunder
,
and
at
the
words
he
hurled
the
field
-
glass
through
the
window
.
Full
in
our
flushed
faces
,
before
the
last
tinkle
of
falling
fragments
had
died
away
,
there
came
the
wholesome
breath
of
the
wind
,
blowing
strong
and
sweet
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
long
we
sat
in
amazed
silence
.
Then
as
in
a
dream
,
I
heard
Challenger
’
s
voice
once
more
.
