Then for a time she sat very still. The prostitute’s attack was predictable, typical. It was astonishing how seldom it was that his instincts betrayed him. And, while the turnkey was busy with the keys, she whispered to the black, "Follow him, Caliban. I’ll give you grandpére!’ ‘But milor’—’ ‘Pardon!’ No longer master of his actions, the general lurched forward, waving his cane. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped.
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