” “As one friend to another. Strange gurgle-like noises emanated from the crypt. Then he released her hand, and sat back a little, appearing to concentrate his thoughts on her face. I asked you to go. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. " "True," replied the widow, upon whom all the terrible recollections of the day before crowded, "I know it isn't.
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