" "My God!" cried Trenchard, stunned by the intelligence, "I have killed her. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. All this juncture, a thundering crash was heard against the side of the bridge. ‘I’ve never found a woman who did not drive me into a frenzy of boredom. If I am to die in the attempt, then so be it. Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air.
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