” She paused for a moment. Now then. If he ran less risk of being blown
over, he stood a much greater chance of being washed off, or stifled. "
"A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face
as sly as a fox's?"
"Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's
not amiss. And if I cared to have him come every
day, why shouldn’t he? I find him very amusing and very useful as well. ’
He closed the panel and came slowly out of the little dressing-room, Roding at
his heels. You
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dying and Isolde coming to crown his death. "Ah! what is that?" he cried, pointing
to a dark object floating near them amid the boiling waves, and which presented
a frightful resemblance to a human face.
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