You will be—my wife. You were very good. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. “Sir John,” her aunt repeated, with thin emphasis, “is coming to see your sister. We’ll go.
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