Chapter 19

You'd try to get them

What's the same

Isn't that same

You tried to get into the locked drawn today didn't you

How do the dead come back mother

What's the secret?

Chapter 19.

We went straight to the lake, as it was called a bligh,

and I dare say rightly called,

though I reflect that it may, in fact,

have been a sheet of water less remarkable

than it appeared to my untrampled eyes.

My acquaintance with sheets of water was small,

and the pool of bligh at all events on the few occasions of my consenting under the protection

of my pupils to affront its surface in the old flat-bottomed-bought-bought-for-use had impressed me

both with its extent and its agitation.

The usual place of embarkation was half a mile from the house, but I had the intimate conviction

that wherever Flora might be, she was not near home. She had not given me the slip for any

small adventure, and since the day of the very great one that I had shared with her by the pond, I had been aware in our walks of the quarter to which she most inclined.

This was why I had now given to Mrs. Gross's steps so marked a direction, a direction that made her, when she perceived it, a pose of resistance

that showed me she was freshly mystified. You go into the water miss? You think she's in?

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