" "I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly, "but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. But I'll never part with your irons. " "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. “I hope nothing is wrong. The Oriental accepts my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of the window and burns joss-sticks. Aunt and niece regarded each other silently. The child fell within a short distance of Darrell, who, hearing the splash, struck out in that direction, and caught it before it sank.
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