” He stated, trying to maintain his calm. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. Wasn't the river beautiful under the moonlight?" "We did not leave our cabins. ” He plunged into one of his drawers, and brought up a small gold-foiled bottle. "I don't know what I think," Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes upon the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the scene.
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