Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. Challenge accepted. Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. The very sight of these impediments, would have appalled a less courageous spirit than Sheppard's—but nothing could daunt him. ‘Bête. On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. Annabel was in hiding all the time. Was he, too, on the way to the beach? What a pity! All alone, and none to warn him of the abject wretchedness at the end of Drink.
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