Wood the carpenter. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. You must think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement. ’ For a moment Gerald said nothing at all. Blueskin and the Minters were dragging Wood to the pump.
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