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." The muscles round his lips contracted into an unconscious grimace that tore through the mask of his usual expression--something violent, short-lived and illuminating like a twist of lightning that admits the eye for an instant into the secret convolutions of a cloud.

"I did.

I was plainly there with them--wasn't I?
Isn't it awful a man should be driven to do a thing like that--and be responsible?
What did I know about their George they were howling after?
I remembered I had seen him curled up on the deck.

'Murdering coward!' the chief kept on calling me.