"He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned. And catching hold of Thames, he quitted the deck. Such freedoms from such people were not to be endured. Within forty-eight hours the girl would be on her way east and the boy see-sawing the South China Sea, for ever moving at absolute angles. Such ambitions as he had were stereotyped and material.
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