“I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe. Her heart ached; and that puzzled her. Wood, who maintained stoutly, that if Thames had been led to do wrong, it must be through the instrumentality of his worthless companion. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. This was to pass under the arch, along the narrow ledge of the starling, and, if possible, attain the eastern platform, where, protected by the bridge, he would suffer less from the excessive violence of the gale.
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