THE EARTH IN ANARCHY.
"What does it matter who is mad or who is sane? We shall all be dead soon."
Syme turned to him and said—
"You are quite hopeless, then?"
Mr. Ratcliffe kept a stony silence; then at last he said quietly—
"No; oddly enough I am not quite hopeless. There is one insane little hope that I cannot get out of my mind. The power of this whole planet is against us, yet I cannot help wondering whether this one silly little hope is hopeless yet."
"In what or whom is your hope?" asked Syme with curiosity.
"In a man I never saw," said the other, looking at the leaden sea.
"I know what you mean," said Syme in a low voice, "the man in the dark room. But Sunday must have killed him by now."
"Perhaps," said the other steadily; "but if so, he was the only man whom Sunday found it hard to kill."
"I heard what you said," said the Professor, with
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