The fire still burned brightly. Teddy overtook her, a little out of breath, his innocent face flushed, his straw-colored hair disordered. " "And what might that be?" "Will McClintock take us both?" "You took that chance. On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. " "You may see the marks on the child yourself, if you choose, Sir," urged the widow. "One of us has got to die," he panted. That might happen on her birthday—in August.
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