You're in luck to-night, widow. Take my child to—it is—oh God!—I am sinking—take it—take it!" "Where?" shouted Wood. This "fatal retreat for the unfortunate brave" was marked by a low wooden railing, within which stood the triple tree. Her shoulders began to ache.
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