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WHAT THE WRECK HAD BROUGHT TO AROS.
It was half-flood when I got the length of Aros; and there was nothing for it but to stand on the far shore and whistle for Rorie with the boat.
I had no need to repeat the signal.

At the first sound, Mary was at the door flying a handkerchief by way of answer, and the old long-legged serving-man was shambling down the gravel to the pier.

For all his hurry, it took him a long while to pull across the bay; and I observed him several times to pause, go into the stern, and look over curiously into the wake.

As he came nearer, he seemed to me aged and haggard, and I thought he avoided my eye.