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Chapter 19
”IscannedallthevisibleshorewhileMrs.Grosetookagain,intothequeerelementIofferedher,oneofherplungesofsubmission;thenIpointedoutthattheboatmightperfectlybeinasmallrefugeformedbyoneoftherecessesofthepool,anindentationmasked,forthehitherside,byaprojectionofthebankandbyaclumpoftreesgrowingclosetothewater.
“Butiftheboat’sthere,whereonearth’sshe?”mycolleagueanxiouslyasked.
“That’sexactlywhatwemustlearn.”AndIstartedtowalkfurther.
“Bygoingallthewayround?”
“Certainly,farasitis.Itwilltakeusbuttenminutes,butit’sfarenoughtohavemadethechildprefernottowalk.Shewentstraightover.”
“Laws!”criedmyfriendagain;thechainofmylogicwasevertoomuchforher.Itdraggedheratmyheelsevennow,andwhenwehadgothalfwayround—adevious,tiresomeprocess,ongroundmuchbrokenandbyapathchokedwithovergrowth—Ipausedtogiveherbreath.Isustainedherwithagratefularm,assuringherthatshemighthugelyhelpme;andthisstartedusafresh,sothatinthecourseofbutfewminutesmorewereachedapointfromwhichwefoundtheboattobewhereIhadsupposedit.Ithadbeenintentionallyleftasmuchaspossibleoutofsightandwastiedtooneofthestakesofafencethatcame,justthere,downtothebrinkandthathadbeenanassistancetodisembarking.
