Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. The boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be swamped to a sartainty below. She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. ” Anna lifted her hand and pushed open the trap door.
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