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Dartmouth suddenly found himself standing upright, his shoulders clutched in a pair of strong hands, and Hollington's anxious face a few inches from his own.
"What the devil is the matter with you, Hal? " exclaimed Hollington. "Have you set up a private lunatic asylum, or is it but prosaic dyspepsia?"