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"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
I
cried
,
startled
.
He
made
movements
with
his
lips
as
though
he
were
speaking
,
but
no
sound
issued
from
them
.
He
gibbered
like
an
idiot
.
My
heart
thumped
against
my
ribs
,
and
,
I
do
not
know
why
,
I
flew
into
a
temper
.
"
For
God
’
s
sake
,
collect
yourself
,
man
,
"
I
said
.
"
What
on
earth
are
you
talking
about
?
"
He
made
despairing
gestures
with
his
hands
,
but
still
no
words
came
from
his
mouth
.
He
might
have
been
struck
dumb
.
I
do
not
know
what
came
over
me
;
I
took
him
by
the
shoulders
and
shook
him
.
Looking
back
,
I
am
vexed
that
I
made
such
a
fool
of
myself
;
I
suppose
the
last
restless
nights
had
shaken
my
nerves
more
than
I
knew
.
"
Let
me
sit
down
,
"
he
gasped
at
length
.
I
filled
a
glass
with
St
.
Galmier
,
and
gave
it
to
him
to
drink
.
I
held
it
to
his
mouth
as
though
he
were
a
child
.
He
gulped
down
a
mouthful
,
and
some
of
it
was
spilt
on
his
shirt
-
front
.
"
Who
’
s
killed
herself
?
"
I
do
not
know
why
I
asked
,
for
I
knew
whom
he
meant
.
He
made
an
effort
to
collect
himself
.
"
They
had
a
row
last
night
.
He
went
away
.
"
