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How long I remained there, I can not say. Finally I stepped over to him and shook him roughly by the shoulder.

'You're working too hard,' I said. 'Take my advice, and

lay off for a day or two.'

He turned to me with the dazed look of one who is lost in some narcotic dream. This, very slowly, gave place to a sullen, evil anger.

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