Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. 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. I—well, I lost my temper. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. . Yes, I can readily believe it. All the world before you, all the ologies.
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