Take it," he cried, lifting the babe from the bottom of the boat, and flinging it towards its unfortunate father. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you. And you promised to tell me. Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. "Enough," said the widow, gratefully. Open it. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park.
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