"We shall meet again ere long, my son," cried Mrs. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. Hold the chopper away from you, like this. She indicated the captain who had retired behind the sofa.
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