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The Mystery of Cloomber

CHAPTER XII
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He has not put life into them, and has assuredly no mandate from the Almighty to take life from them save under most pressing need.

We could not, therefore, use your gift if you were to send it." "But, sir," I remonstrated, "if in this changeable and inhospitable climate you refuse all nourishing food your vitality will fail you--you will die." "We shall die then," he answered, with an amused smile.

"And now, Captain Meadows, I must bid you adieu, thanking you for your kindness during the voyage, and you, too, good-bye--you will command a ship of your own before the year is out.

I trust, Mr.West, that I may see you again before I leave this part of the country.

Farewell!" He raised his red fez, inclined his noble head with the stately grace which characterised all his actions, and strode away in the direction from which he had come.
"Let me congratulate you, Mr.Hawkins," said the captain to the mate as we walked homewards.


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