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The blast once more swept over the agitated river:
whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left
the raging torrent blacker than before. There’s the
internal factor as well as the external. “I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe. I do,
however. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were
dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a
goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one
recalcitrant horse and leading another. "
"On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily. ”
“Are you master of all three methods?” she asked, stopping her fanning for a
moment to look at him. Lord help him! he's
the very image of his father. She hated it, she hated the mission-house;
she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. I think too much about myself. Sheppard heaved a deep sigh,
and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy
than ever. ” She replied. ”
“You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. He had sufficient strength
to wait upon himself. The
shot had taken effect upon the waterman who rowed the chase.
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