A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 150: what you’re looking at

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142 A SERVANT OF SATAN, on deck, where she was laid on a cane lounge and propped up with cushions. ; The night was a beautiful one. The dark-blue waters of the Pacific were so calm and still that they reflected the myriads of stars, and the full moon shed its soft, silvery light on the track of foam made by the vessel in its rapid progress. Nina at first lay perfectly still looking up at the sky, and now and again gently stroking Frederick’s hand, which she had taken in both her own. The young man, who was sitting on a camp-stool close at her side, looked unusually sad and listless, and from time to time his eyes scanned her colorless face as it rested on the white pillows, with an expression of mingled remorse and sorrow. He knew that her days were numbered, and for once in his life he was on the verge of regretting what he had done. After all, this poor woman’s only crime had been that she had loved him too well. She had always tried her very best to render him happy, and he had, in return, brought on her nothing but sorrow and death. Suddenly Nina raised herself slightly and said in a low, exhausted voice: ‘« My darling, I have been very happy with you. But you must not grieve! It is best so! It is best so!” ‘This was the first time that she had ever alluded to the possibility of her death; and Frederick, greatly shocked, exclaimed: “Why, what do you mean, dear? Whatare you talking about? Idon’t tnderstand you.” “Oh! yes, you do! You know well thatIam dying! You love meso much that you do not like to think of the possi- bility thereof. But I feel sure that it is better for us to talk about it, now thatthe time of separation is so near at hand. I shall never reach America. I feel it; and I want to ar- range everything for you before I go!” ~-comicbooks €o mm