She had imagined she had drowned them altogether. Don’t be frightened, dear. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. They do not come for me, to find me and bring me home. . ‘My God!’ he said, ‘I’ll go after them and kill him. But they climbed more than he had intended because Ann Veronica proved rather a good climber, steadyheaded and plucky, rather daring, but quite willing to be cautious at his command.
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