At other times, it would seem that the sea itself had gone away. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. ‘But lay him down. “Thank God,” he exclaimed. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. I must have been very wound up. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. Give me your hand.
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