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... intermittent trickle of water dropped ever and again betweenthe bars near my face.My first endeavour was naturally to see what might be upon the floor ofthe cavern, but our grating lay in a depression whose rim hid all thisfrom our eyes.
The rest I knew.As she finished, the sleeping man stirred and woke--broad awake in asecond--sure sign of a man accustomed to campaign and adventure. At aglance ...

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