He rested his brow on his hand and conveyed magnificent tragedy by his pose. Then, I thought, she has repented, all will be well. She observed the tides, amazed by how high the water could rise, almost touching the tops of the cliffs. It is dull—deadly dull. “Thought so. It was not quite the search I intended,’ he said with a touch of selfmockery as he released her, ‘but success comes in all sorts of unexpected ways. He grunted, and his grip gave. The boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be swamped to a sartainty below.
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