The Man in Possession — page 185: what you’re looking at

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180 THE MAN IN POSSESSION. thing but a proud and happy fiancée as she sat there in a quiet and obscure corner, hidden effectually from sir Wilfred’s sight, and meditating gloomily as to the future. She felt like a weak swimmer struggling against an opposing tide. Ina little time the swimmer would grow faint and powerless—the tide would have its way, unless She felt her face grow warm at the thought, was it of possible rescue, of some strong arm battling with the waves, seizing her from force of stormy waters. It may have been. She may have had some dream, vague, shadowy, yet sweet with youth and hope. And fortunately hope is hard to kill when we are very young. COMicloe (Sri C(O)