river-bank--this man who had gained on him steadily
in that desperate race for life which he had run--this demon of a man
was now gaining on him in the water also! If his pursuer had stood on
the bank and had shot him, he might have received the  and sank
to death without a murmur. But to be followed so, to be caught, to be
dragged back--this was the wordnetfear and the . This stimulated him
to fiercer exertions.  itself gave a kind of wordnetanger to his
efforts. But wordnetfear and  and  itself could not snatch him
from the grasp of his remorseless pursuer. Nearer and nearer that
pursuer came; more and more desperate grew Gualtier's efforts. In
vain. As he struck out with almost superhuman exertions he suddenly
felt his foot grasped by a resistless hand. All was over. That
 which a moment before had intensified his efforts now relaxed
his strength. He felt himself dragged back to the shore from which he
had been flying. He was lost! He struggled no longer to escape, but
only to keep his head above water, from an instinct of
self-preservation. And in that  of wordnetfear and  that now
settled upon his  he had a vague wordnetfear that on the moment of
landing he would be annihilated.