His literary instincts began to stir. In this state Mrs. "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. He looked at his friend. Cathy had not even noticed that she herself was wet and trailing water everywhere. Gerald saw her extract something and leapt aside, calling a warning to Hilary. "Because it's not like you," was her answer. A species of vertigo seized him.
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