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The People of the Mist by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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A gust of wind shook the hut, rending the thatch apart, and through the
rent a little jet of rain fell upon his brother's forehead and ran down
his pallid cheeks like tears. Then the strange understanding look passed
from the wide eyes, and once more they became human, and the lips were
opened.

"Water," they murmured.

Leonard gave him to drink, with one hand holding the pannikin to his
brother's mouth and with the other supporting the dying head. Twice he
gulped at it, then with a brusque motion of his wasted arm he knocked
the cup aside, spilling the water on the earthen floor.

"Leonard," he said, "you will succeed."

"Succeed in what, Tom?"

"You will get the money and Outram--and found the family afresh--but you
will not do it alone. _A woman will help you_."

Then his mind wandered a little and he muttered, "How is Jane? Have you
heard from Jane?" or some such words.

At the mention of this name Leonard's face softened, then once more grew
hard and anxious.

"I have not heard of Jane for years, old fellow," he said; "probably she
is dead or married. But I do not understand."

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