It’s that father of yours you take after, no question. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. Spurling had retired for the night. . It was not human and yet very human, a high pitched wail of hunger that rattled her skull. 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. He panted for a moment with unuttered replies, and then, with a scornful gesture, got up and left the cell. She stepped on to the pavement almost before him, and his blood turned almost to ice as he saw that she was not alone.
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