![]() ![]() “Better?” asked the man in violet, as Graham’s eyes reopened. Graham felt a cooling spray, a fragrant mist played over his forehead for a moment, and his sense of refreshment increased. “e said, something further that Graham could not hear, and a little phial was handed across to him. You were brought hither from where you fell asleep. Slightly foreign accent, or so at least it seemed to the Sleeper’s ears. The man in violet answered in a soft voice, speaking English with a A voice seemed to be asking what he had said, and was abruptly stilled. He saw the red-haired man who had been first to discover him. “What does this all mean?” he said slowly. Something seemed to fall across this tumult, a door suddenly closed. “Remote but insistent was a clamour of bells and confused sounds, that suggested to his mind the picture of a great number of people shouting together. When he recovered his senses, he was back on his translucent couch, and there was a stirring warmth at heart and throat. He learnt afterwards that he was insensible, hanging between life and death, for the better part of an hour. Graham’s last impression before he fainted was of the ringing of bells. ![]()
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