"No such thing," rejoined the jailer; "he's coming on business. But his own situation was too perilous to admit of his rendering any assistance to the ill-fated waterman. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. McClintock liked it.
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