He had the appearance of a man who has known no rest for many nights. Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber. Entering the outer gate, and traversing the broad gravel walk before-mentioned, Jack ascended the steps, and was admitted, on feeing the porter, by another iron gate, into the hospital. Happy Birthday, then. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above.
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