The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as Tiger Lily on the death raft. "Are you hurt, Thames?" asked Jack, anxiously. This species of madness cannot properly be attributed to his illness, though its accent might be. Do you understand?’ ‘Aye, sir.
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