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&lt;p&gt;The corridor outside the infirmary was long, wide and straight, perfect for&lt;br /&gt;
pacing; and that was exactly the use to which the Captain of the Guard was&lt;br /&gt;
putting it, endlessly, as I sat on a bench opposite the big double doors. I&lt;br /&gt;
have no idea how many times Philip passed back and forth before me, his hands&lt;br /&gt;
clasped tightly behind his back; dozens, certainly. Finally, though, and with a&lt;br /&gt;
groan, he settled down on the bench next to me and buried his face in his&lt;br /&gt;
hands. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I was wondering when you&#039;d finally get tired,&amp;quot; I observed. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Philip gazed at me through the bars of his fingers. &amp;quot;I want to thank&lt;br /&gt;
you for staying with me, Jonathan,&amp;quot; he said, somewhat indistinctly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But you know you don&#039;t really have to.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 14:39:30 -0700</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Simon</dc:creator>
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