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Mr. Tuke had ridden a mile along the last lap of his journey, when he suddenly drew himself together, gave a whistle, and set to communing audibly with his inner man.
"This will not do, Roberto," he murmured. "Thou hast eaten of the dangerous fruit, and the sweet poison courses in thy veins."