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Well, but you see the fever had left him and he was in his senses again and there was my ugly old face staring at him out of nowhere. He stared too and then he whispered, “Who the hell are you?” |
This is from “Mary Kingsley” and collected in the Sussex Edition Vol. XXX, and the Burwash Edition Vol. XXIII. This is a brief but heartfelt tribute to Mary Henrietta Kingsley (1862-1900), the indomitable Victorian writer, naturalist, and West African explorer.
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