Fearing to lose all, he raised himself suddenly on his elbow to look for paper and pencil. And all the rest!" I fairly held my breath a minute, and even from my glimmering taper there was light enough to show how he smiled up at me from his pillow. They were men in dark blue and silver; they had silvery whistles and their keys made a quick music: click, click: click, click. How incredible it is that in this fragile existence, we should hate and destroy one another.
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