A lucky escape. " "Lord have mercy upon us, miserable sinners!" ejaculated Wood, as a fearful gust dashed the water over the side of the boat, deluging him with spray. " "The Black Lion!" echoed Terence. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. “Is this true, Annabel? Is he dead?” She nodded. “Oh Christ! How old were you?” “Just—well, I was young. So I am already no longer the girl you knew at Morningside Park.
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