The strong potation he had taken, combined with fatigue and anxiety he had previously undergone, made him oversleep himself, and when he awoke it was just beginning to grow light. “I don’t want children, Lucy. ” He spoke a little nervously. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. The moon had arisen, and everything could be as plainly distinguished as during the day. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. No, don’t let me call myself that. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter.
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