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. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. She wanted to come, and I wouldn't let her. ’ ‘Pah! How can it be romantic? That is silly. He was all alone, like herself. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. "No; but I shall, before he retires to rest.
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