” “Miss Ellicot! That old cat!” Sydney exclaimed indignantly. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused to take me. She was definitely following him. He was her only brother, and she his favourite sister. The low ceiling made him seem abnormally tall. "You know my fixed determination," he added in a low tone, as he passed the carpenter. She was the first to recover herself. Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench. At this time of universal havoc and despair,—when all London quaked at the voice of the storm,—the carpenter, who was exposed to its utmost fury, fared better than might have been anticipated.
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