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fever that so perplexed the doctor by its rapid development and its fury took him so easily. His temperature was extraordinary. The heat, as of an internal fire, fairly devoured him, and the smile upon his face at the last⁠—so Rennie declared⁠—was the most perplexingly wonderful thing he had ever seen. 'It was like a great, white flame,' he said.


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