"Oh! nothin' partickler—mere curossity," replied Terence. She had now the clear and tranquil expression of one whose mind is made up. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. "Ah! what is that?" he cried, pointing to a dark object floating near them amid the boiling waves, and which presented a frightful resemblance to a human face. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child.
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