She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. Raising him in his arms, Jonathan passed the rope round his body, and in this way the poor boy was drawn up without difficulty. ‘Well, water under the bridge is that, miss. ” Lucy implored.
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