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It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self. His eyes flashed as he turned towards her. Mr. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. Hill lost a little of his truculency.
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