” She pulled her dress back over her breasts, glad for the elastic that she had sewn in. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. “Just at present my mind simply won’t take hold of this at all. You’re a lady all right and tight, and nothing anyone does can take that away from you. Let me take the satchel, sir. Contact the Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. That’s my opinion, if you ask me. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the same who was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened up the jewelcase for her ladyship.
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