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Little by little the water went down. The pressure, already considerably relieved by the channel into Stearn's Bayou, slackened every hour. Orde, still half dazed with his long-delayed sleep, drove back along the marsh road to town.
His faculties were still in the torpor that follows rest after exhaustion. The warm July sun, the breeze from the