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"Jack," said the other, sternly; "don't provoke me further, or I'll give you a thrashing. She admired his backside as he fetched a blue towel from his bathroom. He boasted of her ability to learn to men who were a stone’s throw from having the power of the pope himself. He kissed her fingers and grinned. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character, give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in meditation at such a time and in such a place. His mind was busy with a résumé of yesterday's unusual events. “I wonder would you mind seeing who it is. The stags and oxen and things all have to fight for us, everywhere. It was one of the most educational disillusionments in Ann Veronica’s career.
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