My arm's nearly well again. 1. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. Stanley was throughout enigmatical, with an anxious eye on her husband and Alice. He became primitive, literal in his conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. Perhaps you'll give me in return some token, by which I may remind you of this occurrence, in case we meet again.
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