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Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. You didn’t even put the twelve words. Then he turned round and gazed thoughtfully at the particular spot in the fog where Courtlaw had disappeared. Diane Vorsack clicked her tongue in a “tsk”. “Before I took up the Suffrage,” a firm, flat voice remarked, “I could scarcely walk up-stairs without palpitations. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself.
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