"Don't go, I beg of you!" she implored. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea. “I remember hearing something about it. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up. Blueskin and the Minters were dragging Wood to the pump.
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