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On recovering my consciousness (I had been partially stunned by the
violence of my last fall) I found myself lying on the beach, with my
head resting on the breast of Oaklands.
"My dear, dear Frank, thank God that you are safe!" exclaimed he,
pressing me more closely to him.
"What of Coleman?" asked I, endeavouring to raise myself.
"They are taking him to the inn," was the reply; "I will go and see if I
can be of any use, now I know you are unhurt; but I could not leave you
till I felt sure of that."
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