Prologue.
A weight had fallen from him—the weight of a lifetime; the galling, hopeless, demoralising weight which had paralysed his energies, sterilised his brain, and, in the case of a subject less clear-sighted, would have brought him down to drink or suicide, possibly both. And now it had fallen from him.
The man on the mountain top looked around, and as he did so, something of buoyancy that he had not known for years, came over his...
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