So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. Perhaps you will explain the state of panic into which I seem to have thrown you. More than ever Sir John was glad that he had sat down. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated. Only the strong survived.
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