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"Bring the light, Nab. " Spurlock pointed in the sloping fields outside the walls. While he was thus occupied, Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling of curiosity, took up the penknife which the other had just used, and examined the haft. A few seconds sufficed to clear the passage, through which it had previously cost him more than two hours to force his way. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment.
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