Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. ‘You imbecile. "I think you're all bewitched," she cried. " "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth.
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