‘Think it’s worth getting some sort of light and following her down there?’ asked Roding. Before Jonathan followed he turned to face his assailants. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. I got myself locked up to cool off. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts.
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