Chapter 35—Drifting Down the Stream “Off we go!” It was the voice of Hercules addressing d**k Sands, who, frightfully debilitated by recent sufferings, was leaning against Cousin Benedict for support. Dingo was lying at his feet. Mrs. Weldon gradually recovered her consciousness. Looking around her in amazement she caught sight of d**k. “d**k, is it you?” she muttered feebly. The lad with some difficulty arose, and took her hand in his, while Jack overwhelmed him with kisses. “And who would have thought it was you, Hercules, that carried us away?” said the child; “I did not know you a bit; you were so dreadfully ugly.” “I was a sort of a devil, you know, Master Jack,” Hercules answered; “and the devil is not particularly handsome;” and he began rubbing his chest vigorously to get rid of th……
Chapter 35—Drifting Down the Stream “Off we go!” It was the voice of Hercules addressing d**k Sands, who, frightfully debilitated by recent sufferings, was leaning against Cousin Benedict for support. Dingo was lying at his feet. Mrs. Weldon gradually recovered her consciousness. Looking around her in amazement she caught sight of d**k. “d**k, is it you?” she muttered feebly. The lad with some difficulty arose, and took her hand in his, while Jack overwhelmed him with kisses. “And who would have thought it was you, Hercules, that carried us away?” said the child; “I did not know you a bit; you were so dreadfully ugly.” “I was a sort of a devil, you know, Master Jack,” Hercules answered; “and the devil is not particularly handsome;” and he began rubbing his chest vigorously to get rid of th……
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