Capitolo 24
when the time arrives for him. Well, Cyril and me, as I always say me,
it is above as two wounded clocks to the same duration to strike together,
and we strike with very unusual regularity. But that is the whole one
mystery. If _I_ is smashed by accident, there is no reason on the earth
because Cyril should not work above as usual still for years; and if Cyril got
drunk, there is no reason on the earth because I should ever know anything
around him except from the newspapers."
I CAPITULATE IV.
IN THE TUNNEL.
And, indeed, if brain-so that you/they had been in question to everybody, them
owes, without a doubt, to have informed Guy that is careful that al
a lot of moment when he was going out to send away his/her telegram his,
brother Cyril is sat desolate, with blue and dark lips and
swollen eyelids, on the footboard of the railway transportation in the
Tunnel of Lavington. Cyril was brought out with digging him/it from this duration,
for him you/he/she had done better his/her once more to clear by the sand verse
the forehead of the train in the vague one hopes that it is probable that he succeeds in
leaving a little anymore in an air to their narrow jail through the
cracks and interstices of the fallen ones the sandstone. Besides, a man in
an emergency has to do anything, if only to justify its application to
virility--especially when a lady is looking above at his/her efforts.
Then careful Cyril Stando was tired and moiled in that deadly atmosphere for
of the hours in vain, and he/she now sat, it got tired out and bump faints from
vapors, from the side of Elma on the damp cold footboard. From this duration
the air had almost failed them. They troubled
vaguely swum. A terrible weight seemed to oppress their breasts.
Also the lamps in the carriages sparkled least and they burned blue.
The atmosphere of the tunnel, loaded by the a lot of beginning with
sulphurous smoke, was now all but it exhausted. Death fixed them in
the face without hope of truce--a horrible death, slow from gradual