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Jason stood looking stupidly down on the prostrate form, while I ran to it and struggled to turn it over and up into a sitting posture.
"Father! " I cried, "I'm here -- don't you know me? " -- then I turned fiercely to my brother and bade him shift his position out of the range of the staring eyes.