. " "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. ‘How so?’ he asked, and she noted that he allowed his pistol to dangle a little from his fingers. Before an hour had elapsed, the concourse was fearfully increased. Then began expostulations, preluded by a telegram and headed by her aunt. " "I will yield it to no one but its mother," answered Wood.
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