"First take the child," cried Darrell, holding up the infant, and clinging to the oar with a dying effort. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout. "Ay. There, after protestations of friendliness and helpfulness that were almost ardent, he mounted a little clumsily and rode off at an amiable pace, looking his best, making a leg with his riding gaiters, smiling and saluting, while Ann Veronica turned northward and so came to Micklechesil. Lucy went hunting on a Thursday night. Annabel, I cannot believe it.
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