Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had acquired. It was not for a week or a month. " "Lord have mercy upon us, miserable sinners!" ejaculated Wood, as a fearful gust dashed the water over the side of the boat, deluging him with spray. She hoped fervently that Martin had not divulged his crush to Brown. "I am sorry. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. ‘Tell me, my boy.
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