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Miles
declined
the
purse
with
a
gesture
,
and
rose
up
and
stood
before
her
.
"
Grant
me
one
thing
,
"
he
said
.
"
Let
your
eyes
rest
upon
mine
,
so
that
I
may
see
if
they
be
steady
.
There
--
now
answer
me
.
Am
I
Miles
Hendon
?
"
"
No
.
I
know
you
not
.
"
"
Swear
it
!
"
The
answer
was
low
,
but
distinct
--
"
I
swear
.
"
"
Oh
,
this
passes
belief
!
"
"
Fly
!
Why
will
you
waste
the
precious
time
?
Fly
,
and
save
yourself
.
"
At
that
moment
the
officers
burst
into
the
room
,
and
a
violent
struggle
began
;
but
Hendon
was
soon
overpowered
and
dragged
away
.
The
King
was
taken
also
,
and
both
were
bound
and
led
to
prison
.
The
cells
were
all
crowded
;
so
the
two
friends
were
chained
in
a
large
room
where
persons
charged
with
trifling
offences
were
commonly
kept
.
They
had
company
,
for
there
were
some
twenty
manacled
and
fettered
prisoners
here
,
of
both
sexes
and
of
varying
ages
,
--
an
obscene
and
noisy
gang
.
The
King
chafed
bitterly
over
the
stupendous
indignity
thus
put
upon
his
royalty
,
but
Hendon
was
moody
and
taciturn
.
He
was
pretty
thoroughly
bewildered
;
he
had
come
home
,
a
jubilant
prodigal
,
expecting
to
find
everybody
wild
with
joy
over
his
return
;
and
instead
had
got
the
cold
shoulder
and
a
jail
.
The
promise
and
the
fulfilment
differed
so
widely
that
the
effect
was
stunning
;
he
could
not
decide
whether
it
was
most
tragic
or
most
grotesque
.
He
felt
much
as
a
man
might
who
had
danced
blithely
out
to
enjoy
a
rainbow
,
and
got
struck
by
lightning
.
