part of the Mill fell with the crash of trees and stones against it; I’ve shouted again and again, and there has been no answer. Give me the oars, Maggie.”
It was not till Tom had pushed off and they were on the wide water — he face to face with Maggie — that the full meaning of what had happened rushed upon his mind. It came with so overpowering a force — it was such a new revelation to his spirit, of the depths in life that had lain beyond his vision, which he had fancied so keen and clear — that he was unable to ask a question. They sat mutely gazing at each other — Maggie with eyes of intense life looking out from a weary, beaten face; Tom pale,Canada Goose Hybridge Jackor, with a certain awe and humiliation. Thought was busy though the lips were silent; and though he could ask no question, he guessed a story of almost miraculous,Dale Hunter Tröjor, divinely protected effort. But at last a mist gathered over the blue-gray eyes,Air Jordan Retro 9 Męskie, and the lips found a word they could utter — the old childish “Magsie!”
Maggie could make no answer but a long, deep sob of that mysterious,Borje Salming Tröjor, wondrous happiness that is one with pain.
As soon as she could speak, she said, “We will go to Lucy, Tom; we’ll go and see if she is safe, and then we can help the rest.”
Tom rowed with untired vigor, and with a different speed from poor Maggie’s. The boat was soon in the current of the river again,Ottawa Senators Tröjor, and soon they would be at Tofton.
“Park House stands high up out of the flood,CG Dame Whistler Parka,” said Maggie. “Perhaps they have got Lucy there.”
Nothing else was said; a new danger was being carried toward them by the river. Some wooden machinery had just given way on one of the wharves,Andrew MacDonald Tröjor, and huge fragments were being floated along. The sun was rising now, and the wide area of watery desolation was spread out in dreadful clearness around them; in dreadful clearness floated onward the hurrying,Mike Vernon Tröjor, threatening masses. A large company in a boat that was working its way along under the Tofton houses observed their danger, and shouted,Dame Moncler Sotiria, “Get out of the current!”
But that could not be done at once; and Tom, looking before him, saw death rushing on them. Huge fragments, clinging together in fatal fellowship, made one wide mass across the stream.
“It is coming, Maggie!” Tom said, in a deep,Zbynek Michalek Tröjor, hoarse voice, loosing the oars, and clasping her.
The next instant the boat was no longer seen upon the water, and the huge mass was hurrying on in hideous triumph.
But soon the keel of the boat reappeared,Jaromir Jagr Tröjor, a black speck on the golden water.
The boat reappeared, but brother and sister had gone down in an embrace never to be parted; living through again in one supreme moment the days when they had clasped their little hands in love, and roamed the daisied fields together.
Conclusion
Nature repairs her ravages — repairs them with her sunshine,Andrew Ference Tröjor, and with human labor. The desolation wrought by that flood had left little visible trace on the face of the earth, five years after. The fifth autumn was rich in golden cornstacks, rising in thick clusters among the distant hed
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