"The danger's past," whispered Bess. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. 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.
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