But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment. “You—appear to know my name, sir,” Sir John said.
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