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The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes
and a gentle mouth. Something seemed awry. I've sent for the priest. Its walled heaved with black
mildew and sea-salt. The child fell within a short distance of Darrell, who, hearing the splash, struck
out in that direction, and caught it before it sank. She found her
foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes
UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. "Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—"too late!—oh!"
Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her son's
mouth, and forced him out of the room. He tries hard to conceal it, but he cannot.
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