"He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. My heart cannot take it. 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 don't know what I think," Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes upon the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the scene. She addressed Anna with a beaming smile and a very creditable mixture of condescension and officiousness. ” She breathed relief. So he decided to stay. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. He urged his conductors to a quicker pace to get out of sight of the distressing spectacle, and even felt relieved when he was shut out from it and the execrations of the mob by the walls of the little prison. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. His obtuse hands punched and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck with the last of his strength.
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