‘Oh, peste. "Thames!—Thames!" cried Winifred, rushing to the window. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. Why, there's another party on the stair-head inquiring arter scullers; and, by the mass! they appear in a greater hurry than any on us. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek.
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