’ ‘Who’s bleeding to death?’ demanded Trodger. ’ ‘Me, miss?’ uttered Mrs Ibstock doubtfully. ” “You fellows,” Ennison said quietly, “are getting a little wild. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. Cased and ribbed with stone, and braced with horizontal beams of timber, the piles, which formed the foundation of these jetties, had resisted the strong encroachments of the current for centuries.
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