When I carried you up here like a bride, that is the way I wanted us to be, Mary Lucia. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. They're only just gone, mercy on us! what a clatter," she added, as the knocking was repeated more violently than before. ” She replied vaguely. ” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away.
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