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"Indeed, you are right," said the Preacher; "theforward, he fell on his knees beside the

prostrate figure

He was a tall id

and motionless, while upon his blue lips were flecks and bubbles

of foam

"Epilepsy!" said I The Preacher nodded and busied hi the sodden neckcloth, the while I unclasped the icy

fingers to relieve the tension of theand matted, as was also his beard, and

his face all drawn and pale, and very deeply lined Now, as I

looked at hiue idea that I had somewhere, at some

ti up, "will you help e? It is not very far"

So we presently took the h, to where stood a s deposited our unconscious

burden upon the Preacher's humble bed, I turned to depart

"Sir," said the Preacher, holding out his hand, "it is seldoorean Philosophy

--at Oxford, and I should like to see you again I am a lonely , and let us

talk--"

"And shed "I will coood-by!" Now, even as I spoke, chancing

to cast my eyes upon the pale, still face on the bed, I felt more

certain than ever that I had somewhere seen it before