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Chapter 40

           

           "Followme,GeoffreyTempest"hesaidinlowcleartones—"Yourtimehascome!"

           Ashespoke,allself-possessiondesertedmetheterrorsofthestorm,andnowtheterrorofhispresence,overwhelmedmystrength,andIstretchedoutmyhandstohimappealingly,unknowingwhatIdidorsaid.

           "ForGod’ssake...!"Ibeganwildly.

           Hesilencedmebyanimperiousgesture.

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

           HemovedbeforemelikeablackphantominthepalestrangelightsurroundinghimandI,dazzled,dazedandterror-stricken,trodinhisstepsclosely,moved,asitseemedbysomevolitionnotmyown,tillIfoundmyselfalonewithhiminthesaloonoftheyacht,withthewaveshissingupagainstthewindowslikelivesnakesreadytosting.TremblingandscarcelyabletostandIsankonachairheturnedroundandlookedatmeforamomentmeditatively.ThenhethrewopenoneofthewindowsahugewavedashedinandscattereditsbittersaltsprayuponmewhereIsatbutIheedednothingmyagonisedlookswerefixedonHimtheBeingIhadsolongmadethecompanionofmydays.

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