Stanley changed his key. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. “My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low.
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