" After making several ineffectual attempts to keep himself above water, Sir Rowland sunk, and his groans, which had become gradually fainter and fainter, were heard no more. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. I've come to take you back home. Mrs. ’ ‘I do not need the rescue from such as you. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses.
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