Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. Besides, it did not fit her well, which was why the loose wimple had slipped. Slowly she released the hammer on the pistol, uncocking it, and Gerald became conscious that he had been holding his breath. Sanguine they were not.
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