‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. It was bleeding again. Loose the wherry, and stand to your oars—quick—quick!" These commands were promptly obeyed. It was then that the young man entered his thought with some permanency: because there was no apparent reason for his joining the tour, since from the beginning he had shown no interest in anything. " The doctor sent her a sharp, quizzical glance. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. "My friends need not fear my return.
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