His Other Wife: A Novel — page 294: what you’re looking at

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286 FAITH’S DELIVERANCE. ulation to Heaven, and buried her face upon her couch, more dead than alive with terror. She never knew how long she remained thus, convulsed with an agony that no words can picture; but she was roused to something like self-possession by hearing her name called by the fresh, cheery voice of Graff Conway. “It’s me—only me, Graff Conway, your old friend, my dear. Were all right now—open the door, and come out to me.” : Scarcely able to move, yet longing for the sight of the kind, re-assuring face of the old mate and her protector, she managed to unfasten the door, and then sank down all white and trembling. “Come, look up, little one! Where’s your courage? It’s no time to give way now, my dear, for you'll soon be aboard a first-class steamship. Just come on deck and look at her lights.” | ‘Oh, Mr. Conway !” ‘‘Tt's as true as I stand here. Come and see—then I'll ~ tell you just how it all happened.” : ‘*What has become of the captain?” asked Faith, in a hoarse, frightened way, shrinking up closer to the arm of the mate, on which her cold little hands were tightly clasped as he led her through the cabin. ‘Let us not mind about him—he’s safe enough, I can tell you.” Faith did not understand, and hoped the mate’s reply meant that he had come to the rescue in time to save mis- Gomie boo S-GO m