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Chapter 7-2
Something brown was rolling and tossing among the green sedges. Then a long, agonised, writhing neck shot upward and a dreadful cry echoed over the moor. It turned me cold with horror, but my companion’s nerves seemed to be stronger than mine. “It’s gone!” said he. “The mire has him. Two in two days, and many more, perhaps, for they get in the way of going there in the dry weather and never know the difference until the mire has them in its clutches. It’s a bad place, the great Grimpen Mire.” “And you say you can penetrate it?” “Yes, there are one or two paths which a very active man can take. I have found them out.” “But why should you wish to go into so horrible a place?” “Well, you see the hills beyond? They are really islands cut off on all sides by the impassable mire, which has
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