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Now
a
bandage
was
passed
under
the
sleeper
's
chin
and
brought
up
over
his
head
and
tied
fast
--
and
so
softly
,
so
gradually
,
and
so
deftly
were
the
knots
drawn
together
and
compacted
,
that
the
boy
slept
peacefully
through
it
all
without
stirring
.
The
old
man
glided
away
,
stooping
,
stealthy
,
cat-like
,
and
brought
the
low
bench
.
He
seated
himself
upon
it
,
half
his
body
in
the
dim
and
flickering
light
,
and
the
other
half
in
shadow
;
and
so
,
with
his
craving
eyes
bent
upon
the
slumbering
boy
,
he
kept
his
patient
vigil
there
,
heedless
of
the
drift
of
time
,
and
softly
whetted
his
knife
,
and
mumbled
and
chuckled
;
and
in
aspect
and
attitude
he
resembled
nothing
so
much
as
a
grizzly
,
monstrous
spider
,
gloating
over
some
hapless
insect
that
lay
bound
and
helpless
in
his
web
.
After
a
long
while
,
the
old
man
,
who
was
still
gazing
,
--
yet
not
seeing
,
his
mind
having
settled
into
a
dreamy
abstraction
,
--
observed
,
on
a
sudden
,
that
the
boy
's
eyes
were
open
!
wide
open
and
staring
!
--
staring
up
in
frozen
horror
at
the
knife
.
The
smile
of
a
gratified
devil
crept
over
the
old
man
's
face
,
and
he
said
,
without
changing
his
attitude
or
his
occupation
--
"
Son
of
Henry
the
Eighth
,
hast
thou
prayed
?
"
The
boy
struggled
helplessly
in
his
bonds
,
and
at
the
same
time
forced
a
smothered
sound
through
his
closed
jaws
,
which
the
hermit
chose
to
interpret
as
an
affirmative
answer
to
his
question
.
"
Then
pray
again
.
Pray
the
prayer
for
the
dying
!
"
A
shudder
shook
the
boy
's
frame
,
and
his
face
blenched
.
Then
he
struggled
again
to
free
himself
--
turning
and
twisting
himself
this
way
and
that
;
tugging
frantically
,
fiercely
,
desperately
--
but
uselessly
--
to
burst
his
fetters
;
and
all
the
while
the
old
ogre
smiled
down
upon
him
,
and
nodded
his
head
,
and
placidly
whetted
his
knife
;
mumbling
,
from
time
to
time
,
"
The
moments
are
precious
,
they
are
few
and
precious
--
pray
the
prayer
for
the
dying
!
"
The
boy
uttered
a
despairing
groan
,
and
ceased
from
his
struggles
,
panting
.
The
tears
came
,
then
,
and
trickled
,
one
after
the
other
,
down
his
face
;
but
this
piteous
sight
wrought
no
softening
effect
upon
the
savage
old
man
.
The
dawn
was
coming
now
;
the
hermit
observed
it
,
and
spoke
up
sharply
,
with
a
touch
of
nervous
apprehension
in
his
voice
--
