He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. "I've waited supper, you perceive. The boat rocked violently with the struggle. You will survive, mark my words. " "Not now, my love—not now," entreated Wood.
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