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Yes, quite still. And then something came and swept him away. They called it the undertow.

[Nodding slowly.] So that was the last they saw of him.

[Suffocated with tears.] Yes.

[In a dull voice.] And never—never will any one see him again.

[Wailing.] I shall see him day and night, as he lay down there.

With great, open eyes.

[Shuddering.] Yes, with great, open eyes. I see them! I see them now!

[Rises slowly and looks with quiet menace at her.] Were they evil, those eyes, Rita?

[Turning pale.] Evil!