. The voice in the rice . lowly atfirst, but with an accelerated motion likethings falling until they had acquiredgreat momentum—then, suddenly, theywould be beginning all over from thebeginning. But each time they seemedto fall it was a little more to the leftand a little faster, until presently theeffect was as of a circular movement—faster and faster. Then everythingstood still. Then very sedately thetrees, the creek, the rice, the end of thepath between the trees moved all the wayaround me as in a kind of solemn sara-band. Just as they were completing a[80] ^^ c^^> BITTEN second revolut
. The voice in the rice . lowly atfirst, but with an accelerated motion likethings falling until they had acquiredgreat momentum—then, suddenly, theywould be beginning all over from thebeginning. But each time they seemedto fall it was a little more to the leftand a little faster, until presently theeffect was as of a circular movement—faster and faster. Then everythingstood still. Then very sedately thetrees, the creek, the rice, the end of thepath between the trees moved all the wayaround me as in a kind of solemn sara-band. Just as they were completing a[80] ^^ c^^> BITTEN second revolution they vanished in a 1,^ thundering shower of sparks. ,. I opened my eyes to pitch darkness/Ajk\\v^ [v!;|]1#) 1 was lying on my back. I could hear^~(Mpf ^^mp::- the rippling of water. k^Jiim Where am I? I said. d There was never but the one voice in ff]_^,j the world. It answered: You are in *^ my canoe. I am taking you home. I cannot see you, I said. Am Iblind? And the voice: Its night. w m mi -rz ~~i, [8i] ?1 Mm. /I /f !? !, XI. ANOTHER DISAPPOINTMENT I MUST have fainted, for the next Iknew Sir Peter was bending over me,his fingers on my pulse and a watch inhis hand. Broad daylight streamedthrough the open windows of my ownbedroom and the percolating air was ofa morning freshness tinged with anodour of drugs. My limbs had a kindof numbness, not unpleasant, and myleft arm tingled rather than pained; butno cat with but the one life left everfelt weaker. Pulse Napoleonic, said Sir Peter. Has been all night. He let my hand drop limply on thebed-clothes, put away his watch andbeamed. I had not yet seen his cadaver-ous face so youthful or so smiling. I wish to compliment you, he said, on your presence of mind. But an-other time you must not cut so my niece had not found you you musthave bled to death. Your ligature hadcome loose and you were pumping offenough blood to drive a turbine. Please—please, I said, I want tothank Miss Moore for finding me andfor bringing me
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