" "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. Then she moved towards the door. “I can’t endure it,” she said. " "Oh!" Ruth laughed softly. " "Yes. “Call me Annabel.
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