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He was creeping forward slowly and painfully on his hands and

knees, but, all at once, sank down on his face in the grass, only

to rise, groaning, and creep on once ive ela! It is so far--so far--" And groaning, he sank down again,

upon his face

"You are ill!" said I, bending over him

"I must reach Deptford--she's buried at Deptford, and I shall

die to-night--O Lord, give th!" he panted

"Deptford is miles away," said I

Now, as I spoke, he lifted hiard, hairy face, very thin and sunken, but a

fire burned in the eyes, and the eyes seemed, somehow, familiar

"You!" he cried, and spat up in the air towards me; "devil!" he

cried, "Devil Vibart" I recoiled instinctively before the ainst the bank, he

shook his hand at host of a devil!--have you co to look into the pale, emaciated

face; "who are you?"