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Chapter 155
How long I lay in a kind of trance or sleep I cannot say, but when again I recovered consciousness it was day. How ill I felt, how hunger still gnawed at me, it would be hard to say. I was too weak to scream now, far too weak to struggle. Suddenly I was startled by a roar. "Are you there, Henry?" said the voice of my uncle; "are you there, my boy?" I could only faintly respond, but I also made a desperate effort to turn. Some mortar fell. To this I owed my being discovered. When the search took place, it was easily seen that mortar and small pieces of stone had recently fallen from above. Hence my uncle's cry. "Be calm," he cried, "if we pull down the whole ruin, you shall be saved." They were delicious words, but I had little hope. Soon however, about a quarter of an hour later I he
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