"Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland. The next moment, a heavy plunge told that the fugitive had been consigned to the waves. \"It's getting late John. “Who are you?” She asked innocently. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. " "Thank God for that!" cried Wood, heartily. "Damnation!" cried Kneebone. 4 \"No thanks.
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