But, suppose I've no place to lock 'em up in, how then?" Quilt looked a little perplexed. We want it badly at the present time. ” His rhythm slowed to a grind. 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. I was grounded for the last two weeks. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. I must see if I have a gown fit to wear. Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house.
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