His Other Wife: A Novel — page 166: what you’re looking at

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158 LOST. lapping branches, laden with the tropical foliage and interwoven with vines and moss. It was growing late into the night when the last of the scouts returned, dejected and weary, bringing no trace of lost ones. | , ‘There was no use in waiting longer,” the captain of the schooner said; and the passengers, tired with the day’s fatigues, insisted on proceeding to the city. Mr. Croft silently took his place by the side of his wife, who spoke not a syllable, but met the ominous fear that darkened her husband’s eyes with a look of stony calm that half maddened him. Alice Draper sat apart, straining her anxious gaze into the blackness of the gloomy woods along the shore, as if still seeking to catch the gleam of Faith Hilary’s snow- white garments. At the door of Lucerne Villa the returning trio were met by the ghost-like form of the housekeeper, Mrs. Foster. ‘<COMICHDOOKS: (eo) 3