His Other Wife: A Novel — page 228: what you’re looking at

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220 GRAFF CONWAY. There was something in the old man’s manner that went directly to Faith’s heart, and unlocked all its simple trust to him. She smiled a little as she answered : . ‘“VYou are very good to say so. Perhaps, as I’m already in some of Floy’s clothes, it will not be very hard for me to fancy myself Floy’s self. But what will become of Mr. Vernois?” There was no pain or anxiety in the inquiry, only a humane interest in the fortunes of her fellow-sufferer. Conway divined this. He said, with a re-assuring air: ‘Oh, he’s a man, and can manage his escape some- how. At any rate, he is on #rra firma, with his own species, and won't starve. For the rest, I suppose a passing vessel may pick him up. It is only of you that I shall think now.” Faith tried to conceal the feeling of relief that had come over her at the thought that she was freed from at least one of her causes of distress. She had no idea that Vernois’ absence could render her situation more com- plicated or embarrassing. ‘‘How much longer shall I have to be at sea?” she asked, showing that she had for the moment dismissed Vernois’ fate from her thoughts. The mate drew his own conclusions from this significant fact. He said: “‘T hope only a few days, at most; but in case it might be longer—we can never calculate on wind and weather— you'd as well busy yourself with fitting out your wardrobe from Floy’s chest of stuffs. Of course, you can sew?” Eomicbooks:. co