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WATNEY thought he had heard the voice before, though for the moment he could not connect it with anybody. He heard the other person in the bedroom reply in low tones, obviously intended to be soothing. But it seemed to Watney's quick ears as if there was something ironic concealed behind them. Once more the hoarse, strained voice pleaded and appealed as a man dying of thirst might have appealed for water. Then there was a sound as if a chair had been knocked over and the quick fierce breathing as of two persons struggling together. Then a head which, in the darkness, Watney could not distinguish was thrust out of the window, and somebody appeared to be addressing the intruder below.
"How much longer are you going to be, confound you!" the voice asked. "Do you suppose I want to stay here all night? Do you think I wish to pass the time with a dangerous lunatic? Come up at once!"