Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. "Oh no—no! You say this to terrify me—to try me. A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. 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. You shall behold him.
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