‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily. It wasn’t. Wood. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy. The shock and distress were genuine. You owe what I have done for you, to him, not to me. I am suspected of having shot the man. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow.
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