Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. " "You never told me what he is like," said Spurlock. ” He said flaccidly. " "Thames!" "Have I said anything to offend you?" "Oh! no. The boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be swamped to a sartainty below. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. He never felt any need to explain himself. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. “I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said.
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