Mr. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. ‘I feared as much. 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. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears.
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