His Other Wife: A Novel — page 210: what you’re looking at

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a 202 THE MADCAP TAKES A PRIZE. already taken. With the intuitive ‘‘sixth sense” of a woman, she occupied herself in studying the counte- nances of the two men at the table. The dark, sinister face of the Minorcan, with his few and cautiously uttered sentences, and his roving, furtive eye, that was at once everywhere and nowhere, so chilled her blood that it seemed to trickle through her veins in an icy stream. Turning from this forbidding physiognomy to that of the mate, she met a pair of pale-blue eyes, with a silvery light in them, fixed on her face intently. Curiosity and compassion were equally blended in the hardy lines of the bronzed visage that fronted her, and this good-natured pity appalled her almost as much as the somber, insincere look of the other. The mate’s pale eye seemed to hold her gaze in spite of her effort to turn it away. A general conversation, constrained on the part of all the partici- pants, took place, and it was a great relief to Faith when it was over. After tea, when the storm had subsided, Faith was in- duced to go up on deck with Vernois, for the wind was now southerly and warm. The kindly mate had put at Faith’s service a sea-chest, filled with shawls, and mantles, and stuffs, both white and colored, that he was taking, he said, as a present to his daughter, in South America. Of these she had selected a soft, bright shawl, and one of those gay, striped petticoats so much in vogue at that day. Looping her white flannel dress, which the sea-water had Eomicbooks.¢o