“To continue my story where I fell over the precipice at the bottom of the sea, ’’ said Ted, “I felt myself falling, falling, falling. But it was not an unpleasant sensation, because I seemed to float so gently downwards. If it had not been for the fact that I feared I should never get back again, I think it would have been rather enjoyable. And then suddenly I heard someone say, ‘l’ve got you,’ and I landed in the arms of Gwen. She had fallen over the same precipice! That is how I had lost her.”
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXX, 19 December 1936, Page 13
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96“To continue my story where I fell over the precipice at the bottom of the sea,’’ said Ted, “I felt myself falling, falling, falling. But it was not an unpleasant sensation, because I seemed to float so gently downwards. If it had not been for the fact that I feared I should never get back again, I think it would have been rather enjoyable. And then suddenly I heard someone say, ‘l’ve got you,’ and I landed in the arms of Gwen. She had fallen over the same precipice! That is how I had lost her.” Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXX, 19 December 1936, Page 13
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