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He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. About noon, next day, he was able to move; and the gale having abated, he set out homewards with his little charge. “That was a moment of madness,” she said. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand.
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