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"Where did the boy go?" he asked. "He must have been wet to the skin." Billy found himself, face down, on the wet moss. Maurice was tugging at his arm. The stricken tree had burst into flame, beneath the ghostly light of which path, creek and pine-grove stood out clear-limned as a cameo against a velvet background. Billy noted this as he sat dazedly up. He and Maurice were alone; old Harry had vanished. The woman raised her hands in consternation..
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"You don't tell me, Willium! Why then, salts is jest what he needs. I'll wake him up an' give 'em to him." It was a May morning in the English Channel. Over the soft blue of the sky some large clouds as yellow and tender for the eye to dwell upon as the spume of the sea from the receding breaker, with glories in their brows and glories in their skirts, were sailing slowly and stately on the mild breeze that blew sweet with mingled odours of land and brine from the coast of Old England. There was weight enough in the wind to grace the lines of streaming waters as they ran with feathers of foam, and on this wide plain, with the shores of Britain dwelling in a faint, violet shadow upon the starboard horizon north, but one ship was visible and scarce to be wondered at! "The French Flotilla!" exclaimed Miss Acton. "In sight, do you say?" They passed on, and then from the sable-hued cedars bordering the orchard four small figures stole and moved softly away..
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