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"First take the child," cried Darrell, holding up the infant, and clinging to the oar with a dying effort. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. It was a clear, lovely, October morning. “How did you find me?” She asked. I find you were excessively brave, mon pauvre.
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