His Other Wife: A Novel — page 176: what you’re looking at

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168 op 4 DUMB SCOUT. rolling eyes turned reluctantly from the silver dollar that lay in Warren’s palm, and, plunging into the stream, he soon grasped the keel of the little boat, which he over- turned with ease. To pull it along to the side of the scull was a simple enough task for the sinewy arm of the young plowman, and Warren’s heart seemed to die within him as he caught sight of the carved fish on the inner side of the boat. He no longer doubted the fate of poor little Faith Hilary at the mercy of the strong counter-tides circling around her, with only the unpracticed arm of a society exquisite like Julian Vernois between her and the cruel death. 3 Involuntarily his eyes turned from the wrecked boat to the deep, insatiate waves, as if seeking to pierce their cold mystery, and find the fair corpse beneath. Had he guessed but half of the bitter truth, his soul would have rejoiced unspeakably to have seen the sweet young face deep buried in those dark waters rather than encounter the perils of her real fate. cComicbooks.¢co 3