CHAPTER XXI McClintock's island was twelve miles long and eight miles wide, with the shape of an oyster. "No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob. " "What faith is to be kept with a felon?" replied the woollen-draper, disdainfully. Taber is very ill. On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. "All the wonderful things it is going to do! If I could only know for certain that my mother knew how happy I'm going to be!" "You love the memory of your mother?" "It is a part of my blood … my beautiful mother!" He saw Enschede, putting out to sea, alone, memories and regrets crowding upon his wake. For a time it really seemed all-sufficient to her that she should love. " "Well, Sir, I must say you deserve some credit for your ingenuity, at all events," replied Jonathan, repressing a smile; "but, before you put out your foot so far, it would have been quite as prudent to consider how you were to draw it back again. Wood cut him short by stating his intention of crossing the river as soon as possible in order to avoid the storm.
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