This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. “Look here, Ann Veronica,” he began. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. The transverse spars before mentioned were as slippery as ice; and the hollows between them were filled ankle-deep with water. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. Her mother did not seem to like the new doctor at all, shunning him with a near superstitious dread. She kept her eyes closed.
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