His hand flew across the paper. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. I'll call it my wedding gift. The turnkey looked round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. The dog approached timidly, his tail going furiously.
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