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Smith's melody had subsided. No matter how swiftly he pursued this riddle, he could not bring it to a halt. He stirred continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. ‘Ha! It’s you, is it?’ He threw a glance at his two juniors. He was out of breath, and spoke in broken sentences. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living.
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