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 But I managed to swim it, my note and his book like grim death in my teeth. On! solid Black, steady rain, up above: slippy slime underneath.... On! On!....till a sentry sang out! I had got there—my message was through! —Dawn, suddenly there in the East, broke the Blackness in two.