The moon had arisen, and everything could be as plainly distinguished as during the day. 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. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. Laying these carefully aside, he restored the drawer to its place. He was brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible ongoing insomnia.
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