Take it," he cried, lifting the babe from the bottom of the boat, and flinging it towards its unfortunate father. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. Ray Plote was most certainly feeling restless, what if he had left the house for the evening? She needed to eat. ‘To go to these Charvill, it was not in my plot. Too late now. But this was long ago. “We will see that he doesn’t follow you.
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