Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to recklessness, and caution held her by the other. What had urged her to wrench loose and fly was the guarding instinct of the good woman. " "That's not likely to be the case, if you go on in this way," replied Thames, sharply. " "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. To-night she had a curious feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change. It isn’t what I have been but what I am. ” “I suppose we are,” said Vee, rearranging the flowers in her hand.
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