"What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son. ‘But for now, I’m taking you home. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate.
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