When the woollen-draper was nearly worn out, the Amazon watched her opportunity, and hitting him on the arm, disabled it. She appeared not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. CHAPTER VIII. "It's more than I am," muttered Thames. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity. Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady.
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