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CHAPTER VI THE END OF THE LABYRINTH,“Glad to make your acquaintance,” said the man Jerry had addressed.,What a clear light green the water was under the wharf! You could see every single snail shell, every starfish, and every tiniest stone on the smooth, light-colored bottom. Whole schools of small fish darted, quick as lightning, between the slimy old piles. Once in a while a lazy eel glided under the wharf, wound slowly in and out, lay still a moment as if to sun itself, then slowly, curve after curve, took itself out again.,With a bound, Billy was beside him, and peering through the rushes into the tiny bay in which they kept their boat.,Uncle Isaac was gazing far away, up toward the sky. “That is being great; the greatest any one in the world can be.”,Patricia made a laughing face.,And chace the forms of future ill!,CHAPTER IV.—WASH-DAY AT MRS. WOPP’S.,“And then?”,"When he was tired of staring, he said, 'I suppose I am speaking to——' and then he stopped. 'Mrs. Rodney,' replied I; and then he raised his hat, and bowed, and gave me his card. After that he mounted again, and rode away.",Johnny Blossom made no answer to this remark, but got up quickly from his chair by the door and went over to the window where Aunt Grenertsen sat.,"Brothers, you heard what our minister said, an' he's right. I, fer one, am ashamed of the thoughts I've thought to'rds them fishermen of Sandtown. I've acted mean to 'em in lots of ways, I'll admit. An' so have you—you can't deny it!".