While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. "Sir Cecil is no more. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen. The hurricane had now reached its climax. I hated him. She moaned, having failed in her mission to find her mother and her God.
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