She looked up quickly. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain. Death belongs to God, young man. While the strife raged between the principals, the watermen in the larger wherry were occupied in stemming the force of the torrent, and endeavouring to keep the boats, they had lashed together, stationary. Kneebone's habitation, the shutters of which were closed, and knocked at the door. “I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England.
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