"He is not going to welcome you, you know."
The woman kept her eyes on the river as she spoke, steering the boat with sure, quick strokes of rudder and stake. Despite the current, she kept the small vessel surehandedly in the middle of the stream, sparing her passenger any vexing movements.
Her passenger did not indicate that she had heard her save by the slightest nod. She sat erect on the only bench, quietly watching the stream.
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