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"Theo! Theo! I am sorry to wake you!"
Trist was a man who threw aside the heaviest sleep at a moment's notice, and was in full possession of his faculties -- probably making active use of them -- while others were still rubbing their eyes. The touch of a soft, warm little hand upon his wrist had awakened him before the words imprinted themselves upon his brain. Somehow he remembered them afterwards, the syllables themselves, and the manner in which they were uttered.