" "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. ” “Wherever you like!” he answered, a little absently. She was pensive and thoughtful. The rogue took everything we had. Lost from all protection, all her family dead—as are mine. Don't lay it all to the boy. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. She would not let her move.
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