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The face of the man who lay there was clearly visible. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. It was the very spot from which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. She entered the last room, his bedroom. Next instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to his, the white veil slipping once again.
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