And Mr. While the watermen were contending with the eddies occasioned by the fall below the bridge, Jonathan observed a perceptible shudder run through Trenchard's frame. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. . They had both been unsuccessful. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. For nothing will ever convince me that it is not the man’s share in life to shield, to protect, to lead and toil and watch and battle with the world at large.
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