’ He grinned. ‘I broke in. ‘Typical. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. I know all about it. Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's. ” She turned and looked at him.
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