I held out my hand to him, while the floor swayed under my feet.

"This is a deep, terrible pit--we are in--Maurice." I stammered, hardly

having strength to speak. "We must try and help each other--to climb

out of it--together."

Looking past him out through the open door, into the grey weeping

morning I saw a vista of long weary years.

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