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“Oh! please don’t lose yourself in a wilderness of secondary considerations,” she said. She wished he could smoke and dull his nerves a little. When she tried to speak she found it difficult. The kindly American consul-general had himself taken her to the bank, where her banknotes had been exchanged for a letter of credit, and had thoroughly advised her. Rollo began to cavort. She was the first to hear another car approaching from the street, an odd occurrence in an elementary school lot that had been abandoned for the weekend. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. He blushed furiously; it was not what he had expected to hear. The child has sprung into a youth; the youth has become a man; the man has already begun to feel the advances of age. On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him; and, rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with a lofty tower and broad roof, immediately in front of him. After this occurence, not a word was exchanged between them until they came in sight of the sloop, which was lying at anchor off Wapping.
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