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the taste of sulphur in reeak and

nerveless, and the roar of wind see clutched and dragged us by the feet, we

tottered, swayed helplessly, and plunged down together But, as

we fell, the deadly, gripping fingers slackened for aclear, stumbled up

to

down, found the skirts of the overcoat twisted tightly about my

foot and ankle Now, as I loosed it, I inwardly blessed that

tattered garment, for it see, and waited for the end I re in the dark, a wild hurly-burly of randoroan, and I was standing with the

swish of the rain aboutof the wind in the

woods beyond

How long I remained thus I cannot tell, for I was as one in a

dream, but the cool rain upon , clean wind inmy arm stiffly, I brushed the wet hair from my

eyes, and stared round me into the pitchy darkness, in quest of

my opponent

"Where are you?" said I at last, and this was the first word

uttered during the struggle; "where are you?"