" "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. "What's the use of wasting a shot?" rejoined Jonathan, savagely. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting.
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