While the strife raged between the principals, the watermen in the larger wherry were occupied in stemming the force of the torrent, and endeavouring to keep the boats, they had lashed together, stationary. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. “The other women don’t much like it if husband and wife work together, and I don’t think Hal would like me to act away from him.
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