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I arrived here with something less than five pounds in my pocket. Yet I shall think of you to-day. McClintock sent his yacht over for us this morning. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. He waited the pleasure of Monsieur. It was still profoundly dark; but the wind, which had begun to blow with some violence, chased the clouds rapidly across the heavens, and dispersed the vapours hanging nearer the earth. He looked at her guiltily. Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. Wary they might be.
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