” Sir John clutched at the table with both hands. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. I’m fine. A forgotten island beyond the ship lanes, where that grim Hand would falter and move blindly in its search for him! From what he had read, there wouldn't be much to do; and in the idle hours he could write. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials.
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