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Dawlish grinned in an amiable manner, but made not the slightest attempt to help. But if Clifford's words had no effect upon him, they had a marked effect on his antagonist. His grim face relaxed, he rose to his feet and helped Clifford from the floor.
"I am afraid I have made a great mistake," he panted. "If you will tell me your name?"