His arm fell to his side. ‘We needn’t murder Lucia. While the strife raged between the principals, the watermen in the larger wherry were occupied in stemming the force of the torrent, and endeavouring to keep the boats, they had lashed together, stationary. But I suppose as I’ll have to wait until you can hear me to tell you again.
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