They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. 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. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. ‘Wait a minute, though. It was about twelve feet high, nine wide, and fourteen long; and was approached by double doors each six inches thick.
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