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. “Forgive my coming in,” she said to Ennison. P. Ah Cum was not a sailor, but he knew his water-front. There was a deep groan, and the sound of a fall within. Above the housetops it was different. .
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