Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. But his grief was of short duration. A cool gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. Cloud back of your hat!" He opened his eyes again. "Holloa—what's that?" cried Austin, starting up. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. “For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or whatever she came in. “She can’t. ” She pointed to the envelope still resting upon the mantelpiece.
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