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. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. ” Annabel sank suddenly into a chair. Leonardo was to me nothing at all. Loved his memory still, for all he knew.
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