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Chapter 40

           

           "Followme,GeoffreyTempest—"hesaidinlowcleartones—"Yourtimehascome!"

           Ashespoke,allself-possessiondesertedme—theterrorsofthestorm,andnowtheterrorofhispresence,overwhelmedmystrength,andIstretchedoutmyhandstohimappealingly,unknowingwhatIdidorsaid.

           "ForGod’ssake...!"Ibeganwildly.

           Hesilencedmebyanimperiousgesture.

           "Sparemeyourprayers!ForGod’ssake,foryourownsake,andformine!Follow!"

           Hemovedbeforemelikeablackphantominthepalestrangelightsurroundinghim—andI,dazzled,dazedandterror-stricken,trodinhisstepsclosely,moved,asitseemedbysomevolitionnotmyown,tillIfoundmyselfalonewithhiminthesaloonoftheyacht,withthewaveshissingupagainstthewindowslikelivesnakesreadytosting.TremblingandscarcelyabletostandIsankonachair—heturnedroundandlookedatmeforamomentmeditatively.Thenhethrewopenoneofthewindows—ahugewavedashedinandscattereditsbittersaltsprayuponmewhereIsat—butIheedednothing—myagonisedlookswerefixedonHim—theBeingIhadsolongmadethecompanionofmydays.

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