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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. I knew it. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. Like carpenter, like chips.
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