The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. As they approached London Bridge, the thief-taker whispered Van Galgebrok, who acted as steersman, to make for a particular arch—near the Surrey shore. Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour. She tucked the mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken spars, crates, boxes, and weeds. "There's an old proverb," continued Wood, rising and walking towards the fire, "which says,—'Put another man's child in your bosom, and he'll creep out at your elbow. " "Of course—of course," returned Wood, hastily; "anything's better than that. ‘Yes, miss.
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