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Such was ht And I wasor perhaps co in earnest with the possibilities of a

precipice But I did not ask Mr Powell anxiously what had happened to

Mrs Anthony in the end I let hie facts he would have to disclose, I was certain to

know uess

"

Marlow paused for quite a long tih he

had advanced son "You

understand?" he asked

"Perfectly," I said "You are the expert in the psychological

wilderness This is like one of those Red-skin stories where the noble

savages carry off a girl and the honest backwoodse follows the track and reads the signs of her fate

in a footprint here, a broken twig there, a trinket dropped by the way I

have always liked such stories Go on"

Marlow s "It is not exactly a story for

boys," he said "I go on then The sign, as you call it, was not very

plentiful but very much to the purpose, and when Mr Powell heard (at a

certain moment I felt bound to tell him) when he heard that I had known

Mrs Anthony before her e, that, to a certain extent, I was her