The Willows by Algernon Blackwood
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page 67 of 67 (100%)
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"Their mark!" I heard my companion mutter under his breath. "Their awful
mark!" And when I turned my eyes again from his ghastly face to the river, the current had done its work, and the body had been swept away into mid-stream and was already beyond our reach and almost out of sight, turning over and over on the waves like an otter. |
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