As he gazed at these lights, they suddenly seemed to disappear, and a tremendous shock was felt throughout the frame of the boat. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. "No, lad," said McClintock, his tone becoming kindly. She bounced onto her bottom. “I’ve got bad faults.
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