“You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. " "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. "Release me instantly, or I will call my father. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. His sister appeared. The storm appeared to have blown over, for they were conversing in a very amicable manner with Mr.
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