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who all their lives had played
darkly for dark stakes—who had hunted and been hunted like
beasts—to whom murder was an incident in policy—whose natural hab-
itat was the cave and the jungle. He was aware that the atmosphere in
the library had changed to something savage and primordial—that hu-
man lives hung on a slender hair. A devil had been awakened, a devil
who was not politic… . If Mackillop and his men appeared in the door-
way [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], if the glint of weapons answered those now in the hands of the five,
it would be the spark to fire the mine. These men would fight like
cornered weasels, oblivious of consequences—as they had often in other
lands fought before. No doubt they would be overpowered [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but in the
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meantime—In that warm and gracious room the Den had been re-cre-
ated [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and in that Den there were only blind passions and blind fears.
He did not press the button, for he knew that it would be to waken
Hell.
As it was [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Hell was evident enough. His companions felt it. Alison's
hand tightened convulsively on his arm, and as for Tibbets behind
him—he heard Tibbets's teeth chatter. Down below the four men,
covered by the five pistols, knew it. Mr Craw's face was the colour of
clay [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and his eyes stared at Mastro
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