I Forbid the Banns! — page 54: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER VIII. ON SHADOWS. HE Carnarvon Castle was once again under weigh. The last of the boats had been cast off, and the mirth- ful young ladies, who had been watching the phosphorescent waters so kindly pointed out to them by their visitors from the island—they had qualified for the arduous duty by a residence of considerable duration ashore—were feeling almost sad. The moonlight was quivering over the white swirling waters in the wake of the steamer, and smiting the face of the cliffs with its silver lances, Julian Charlton stood with his eyes fixed upon that dark line that marked the course of Jacob’s Ladder up to the summit. He wondered if he had ever dreamt that he had been standing one evening upon the uneven ground at the sum- mit of the cliffs, with a figure who had been in his dreams for years by his side. | Then the steamer’s course was altered, and Ladder Hill was slowly slipping into the shadow of the headland round which the steamer was passing. It was gone, and he was feeling more strongly than before that he had had a dream of being at the summit with the mist-like form of many, a dream by his side. He turned away from the barren island with something like asigh. A figure was standing behind him—the pleas- ant, but, in the engineer lieutenant’s eyes, not sufficiently plastic, figure of Marian Travers. ‘““We had a delightful run ashore,” said she. ‘“ We paid a visit to Mr. Southcote’s old friend, Sir Bbenezer. <A 44 CORNIELICOKS (E©) m