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” She swept out of the room. "What?—help take care of him? Why, you can't do that, Miss Enschede!" was the protest. 112 Sheila needed an early riser: a girl around the house to help cook and clean and walk the dog. \"May I come in?\" His bravado was increasing. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character, give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in meditation at such a time and in such a place. And all this time perhaps you have been waiting, expecting to hear from me. "As sure as one reasonably can be.
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