It is with him I must struggle all through this night till day come, till he or I lie dead, gripping him by the sinewy throat till. I speak of sequences, but I required no lapse of seconds to stiffen myself for a third encounter with Quint. --A thing happened to myself, Stevie, last autumn, coming on winter, and I never told it to a living soul and you are the first person now I ever told it to. It was cold and dark under the seawall beside his father's house.
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