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man clutched to him as though he was cold.
He narrowed those bright eyes at me yilai:
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On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published bbaabfhd, to collect his wits.
I hope Lambis didn't hurt you? You . . . screamed?
I realized then why he had seemed to be speaking from some distance away. His voicethough steady
enoughwas held so by a palpable effortand it was weak. He gave the impression of holding on
precariouslyto every ounce of strength he hadandin so doingspending it. He spoke in Englishand
such was my own shaken condition that I thought at firstmerelywhat good English he speaks; and only
afterwardswith a kind of shockhe
is English.
Of course that was the first thing I said. I was still only just taking in the details of his appearance; the
bloody evidence of a woundthe sunken cheeksthe filthy bed. "You're — you're English [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] yilai:
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he will tire you. Wait a minute!" I said
stupidlystaring. I was hardly conscious that the GreekLambishad dropped his hand from my arm.
AutomaticallyI began to rub the place where he had gripped me. Laterthere would be a bruise.
I faltered: "But you're hurt! Has there been an accident? What happened?"
Lambis pushed past meto stand over the bedrather like a dog defending a bone. He still had that wary
look; no longe