" "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. I did not know what I was saying. You know all this stuff is insured. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest.
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