For a moment John looked at him; then stirred by his own emotions, by the new pang of self-reproach and gratitude towards this half-crazy man so near his end, he went forward and touched the small octagonal symbol that gleamed in the light.
'I swear -- by the Sign!' he said, in a low, level voice. And almost as the words escaped him, the chain slipped from old Henderson's fingers, his jaw dropped, and his head fell forward on his chest.
|Produto sob encomenda||Sim|
|Marca||Wildside Press Pod|
|Ano da edição||2007|
|Número de Páginas||88|
|Autor||Katherine Cecil Thurston|