"Put about, waterman, for God's sake!" cried Wood, whose humanity got the better of every personal consideration; "some one is overboard. Before midnight, your nephew shall be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. Anna, who had thrown aside her sealskin coat, wore a tight-fitting walking dress of some dark shade. “You could have a talk to Miss Kitty Brett this afternoon, if you liked. Your glove will suffice. ‘Wait a minute, though. We were fellow passengers from Charing Cross, and we have been fellow lodgers in the Rue d’Entrepot.
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