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_ For a minute or two Margaret Jay motionless, panting
heavily, then she got to her knees and flung herself at Mrs.
- Day’s feet, clinging to the woman’s dress, rie
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_ right foot grow cold, and looking down, saw that the tide
had reached and covered it. 0
Then, for the first time, she awoke from her.stupor, and
realized that death and she were face to face. .
_As if in answer to her appeal, the lightning shot: out
. from the black sky and revealed her form as if carved in)
- bronze on the top of the rock. The next moment sho -
heard a man’s voice, and a boat seemed to rise from the -
depths of the sea at her feet.
A lantern flashed in the darkness, and by its flickering -
gleam she saw, a man rowing 1 the boat, and a woman —
- Crouching in ‘the stern. or ae
It was Day and his wife.
The woman screamed and pointed.
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‘*There—there she is! For ‘Heaven’s sake “be quick! ~
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tock on which she lay: . At-the same moment she felt her —
- With that instinct of self-preservation, that shrinking
- from the horror of death which comes to even the most
miserable, she sprung to her feet and crawled to the high.
est point of the rock, and looked wildly round. Meee
She had been cold the moment before, but now she ~
seemed suffocating with an awful heat.. With trembling
hands she tore off her hat and waved it—Heaven knows.
with what desperate idea of ‘attracting attention !—but. the -
wind seized it and tore it from her hand.. Amomentafter- —
- ward she felt the water lapping at her feet, and with an.
awful voice she called upon—Blair! ee 7
Spring, Mrs. Stanley, spring! Oh——’’ and she moaned, |
“be quick!”
torture, Margaret drew_back.
_ 4“ No!? ‘she cried. ee I wil not go! You shall not take .
me back to them!’’
“Quick! roared Day, with an oath, “or you will be -
‘too late! Here, hold the lantern, Jane! Hold it high!
His wife seized the lantern and threw its rays upon Mar-,
garet’s wild, white face.. The boat, driven by. the tide,
struck against, the rock, and Day, grappling it with, his “ o
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boat hook, sprung on to it.
For a moment or two there was a struggle between the, oe
weak and exhausted woman and the strong mariner.
_ But, half mad with the insanity of mental and physical
lasted only'a minute or two; then he lifted her bodily, :
-and as gently as possible dropped her in the boat.
Springing in after her he seized the oars and began row-"
_ “Have pity on me,’’ she moaned; '** don’t take me back!
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