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Stott struck into the heart of the night with a terror of the darkness.
For the moment at any rate there was no fight left in him--so hopelessly beaten was he that he could not feel the faintest pulse of passion. He would have abandoned the whole of his fair fortunes for one glass of brandy. But not so close--it was too dangerous.