His shoulders relaxed and his gaze wavered. " "I'll ring for one," replied Kneebone, rising accordingly; "but I fear my servants are gone to bed. Take my child to—it is—oh God!—I am sinking—take it—take it!" "Where?" shouted Wood. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter it.
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