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. But I do hope, Vee, I do hope—this is the end of these adventures. " Animated by this trifling success, he proceeded with fresh ardour, and the rapidity of his progress was proclaimed by the heap of bricks, stones, and mortar which before long covered the floor. ‘The wretch said nothing to anyone. ” Ann Veronica sat with her chin on her hand, red-lit and saying little, and Miss Miniver discoursed. Indeed, he told me nothing at all. “I was surprised, I admit,” he said.
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