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"
I
suppose
so
.
"
"
Don
’
t
be
cross
,
darling
.
It
was
awfully
funny
.
You
looked
about
twenty
feet
broad
and
very
affectionate
holding
the
umbrella
by
the
edges
—
"
she
choked
.
"
I
’
ll
row
.
"
"
Take
a
rest
and
a
drink
.
It
’
s
a
grand
night
and
we
’
ve
come
a
long
way
.
"
"
I
have
to
keep
the
boat
out
of
the
trough
of
the
waves
.
"
"
I
’
ll
get
you
a
drink
.
Then
rest
a
little
while
,
darling
.
"
I
held
the
oars
up
and
we
sailed
with
them
.
Catherine
was
opening
the
bag
.
She
handed
me
the
brandy
bottle
.
I
pulled
the
cork
with
my
pocket
-
knife
and
took
a
long
drink
.
It
was
smooth
and
hot
and
the
heat
went
all
through
me
and
I
felt
warmed
and
cheerful
.
"
It
’
s
lovely
brandy
,
"
I
said
.
The
moon
was
under
again
but
I
could
see
the
shore
.
There
seemed
to
be
another
point
going
out
a
long
way
ahead
into
the
lake
.
"
Are
you
warm
enough
,
Cat
?
"
"
I
’
m
splendid
.
I
’
m
a
little
stiff
.
"
"
Bail
out
that
water
and
you
can
put
your
feet
down
.
"
