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Try as I will, I cannot distinctly remember what then took place, and I think that I acted blindly, as a man in a trance.
I know that we were both in the passage, the main doors of which were fast shut, that our rope was dangling from a window and that Mansel was about to go down, when the beam of a torch illumined his head and shoulders, and a bullet sang past his ear.