" "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. There never is much left for me.
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