But Sheppard answered for him. Pearls in the dawn light, flashing and burning! "You don't like your island?" "I hate it!… But, there!"—weariness edging in. This species of madness cannot properly be attributed to his illness, though its accent might be. Accordingly, he began to retrace his steps, and pursuing the course he had recently taken, scaling the two towers, and passing along the wall of the prison, he descended by means of the door upon the Lower Leads. Always I have said I will take care of myself, and I have done so. Oh God! my limbs fail me.
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