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Greenmantle

CHAPTER EIGHT
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She came in now and then, and once she brought me a brew of some bitter herbs which greatly refreshed me.

A little thin porridge was all the food I could eat, and some chocolate made from the slabs in my rucksack.
I lay and dozed through the day, hearing the faint chatter of children below, and getting stronger hourly.

Malaria passes as quickly as it comes and leaves a man little the worse, though this was one of the sharpest turns I ever had.

As I lay I thought, and my thoughts followed curious lines.

One queer thing was that Stumm and his doings seemed to have been shot back into a lumber-room of my brain and the door locked.


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