"Take it," cried Wood, holding the infant towards her; "take it, and fly. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. “I’ll be hanged if I do. Do you remember when we went right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. It wailed at Lucy, chubby arms reaching towards her, pleading. All at once he recollected the fact that McClintock's copra plantation was down that way, somewhere in the South Seas; had an island of his own. Probably he has something to say and can't say it, or he writes well about nothing. There was a certain amount of disputation, and meanwhile she went on at school. Presently. This was no night for the indulgence of dreamy musing. She moved a little nearer to him.
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