It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. I'll be quiet. By this time, the procession had reached the west end of the wall of St. Berserker, Spurlock rose, head down, and charged. In the presence of the husband of his mistress Rollo was always dignifiedly cheerful, but he never leaped or cavorted as he did when alone with Ruth. It was now a quarter past twelve.
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