This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity. The solos were revealing, sensual and moody. Down under the incalculable selfishness of the penitent child there was the man's uneasy recollection of Judas.
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