Soolsby laid him on a couch, and ran to the door and called aloud for help.
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The man of silence was silent indeed now.

In the room where paralysis had fallen on him a bed was brought, and he lay nerveless on the verge of a still deeper silence.

The hours went by.

His eyes opened, he saw and recognised them all, but his look rested only on Faith and Soolsby; and, as time went on, these were the only faces to which he gave an answering look of understanding.

Days wore away, but he neither spoke nor moved.
People came and went softly, and he gave no heed.