He understood now that it was a part of her inheritance. But it’s as you say. This is the first act. His face clouded with anger. The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned. A few words passed between him and the thief-taker as the latter came up; after which, all the party—with the exception of Quilt, who was left on shore —embarked within the wherry, which was pushed from the strand and rowed swiftly along the stream—for the tide was in its favour—by a couple of watermen. The flight. I can save you, and will.
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