The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. ” “You are sure that he asked for me—not for Annabel?” “Certain,” Courtlaw answered. There was more to be told, and this was as good a time as any. .
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