A familiar ache of wanting made itself more insistent in her belly. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. . The point is, Spurlock was coming along: queerly, by his own imagination. It was just then that she came face to face with Nigel Ennison. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit. “Remember that the man will probably die. "I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused. I just thought perhaps a different boy was in store for you. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. “You might have given me a chance, anyway. "Of course, I haven't the least evidence that the boy has done anything wrong; it's what I'd call a hunch; piecing this and that together. Probably something he had eaten.