The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. "Follow me, Thames," cried Jack, dropping into the chasm.
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