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Felixstowe carefully concluded the enfolding of Jacob's outstretched form in an enormous rug, placed a tumbler of soda water and some dry biscuits within easy reach of him, and stepped back to inspect his handiwork.
"A bit drawn about the gills, old top," he remarked sympathetically. "How are you feeling now?"