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Meanwhile Bath had braced himself up to face the inevitable. There were moments when his head was dizzy and weak, and he wondered feebly if the whole thing were not some hideous dream. It seemed almost impossible that he had come to this.
Still there was one desperate chance of pulling through. He might yet pluck the flower of safety from the nettle danger. In the first place, his absence from home would excite no comment. He would give it out that he was going away for the benefit of his health, taking care to make no fixed destination in case of awkward recognition.