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The Light That Failed

CHAPTER X
8/27

What do you make of it ?' Again the whirl of words, but this time they conveyed a meaning.
'Can you give me anything to drink ?' Many sentences were pronounced in that darkened room, and the prisoners often needed cheering.

Dick found a glass of liqueur brandy in his hand.
'As far as I can gather,' he said, coughing above the spirit, 'you call it decay of the optic nerve, or something, and therefore hopeless.

What is my time-limit, avoiding all strain and worry ?' 'Perhaps one year.' 'My God! And if I don't take care of myself ?' 'I really could not say.

One cannot ascertain the exact amount of injury inflicted by the sword-cut.

The scar is an old one, and--exposure to the strong light of the desert, did you say ?--with excessive application to fine work?
I really could not say ?' 'I beg your pardon, but it has come without any warning.


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