Shouting to his companion, even as they passed by where I hid myself, he called out that he thought to find you at the convent. She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. " "I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly, "but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No.
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