Celia thought, "This is it," and made a sudden movement to the side so that the dinghy tipped dangerously. Miss Grey screamed and fell flat on her face in the water. Geneviève's brother hastened to her rescue; bedraggled and dripping, but her glasses still firmly on her nose and her bun still firmly on her neck, Miss Grey struggled to her feet.
"You little beast," she said venomously, turning on Celia, "you pushed me in. You tried to drown me - you know I can't swim-"
From THE MOOCHERS ABROAD, Chapter 8, The Split Infinitive.
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