and Mrs. 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. The three of them laughed joyously. ’ The lady hesitated a moment, her eyes seeming to measure the distance between where he stood and the door. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again.
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