His Other Wife: A Novel — page 226: what you’re looking at

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218 GRAFF CONWAY. The sweet, fresh voice of the girl called out: ‘What is it, Mr. Vernois?” ‘It is not Mr. Vernois, if you please, but Conway, the mate.” The door was instantly unclosed, and Faith’s lovely face, flushed from slumber, appeared at the entrance, The dewy luster of an infant’s eyes shone in hers as she lifted them to the kind face of the mate, whose gentle acts of thoughtfulness had gratefully impressed the lonely girl. ‘‘I came to see if you needed anything,” he said, kindly. ‘“No; I was just awake after a long nap—lI slept so little last night.” ‘«That’s right—nothing better for young people than sleep and sunshine. Won't you put on your shawl and come on deck for awhile ?” Faith thought of meeting Vernois, and said: “No ; I believe I’d rather not.” Just at that moment the captain passed the door, and entered his state-room. The mate was due at his post. He said, in a significant way, to Faith: “You will oblige me by coming up for a minute— there is no one there,” She instantly wrapped her shawl round her and went with him. The intuitions of children and innocent women are so clear and true! ‘*Sit here.” He had placed a cloak over a pile of Comicbooks .GO 3