Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 143: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 137 of angry foam. With a strength and agility born of the imminent danger in which I found myself I clambered, I know not how, to the prow of the strange vessel, and drag- ging myself over it into safety sank senseless on the deck, overwhelmed by the agony and terror through which I had passed during the last few minutes. I cannot tell how long afterwards, but day had already dawned, I was aroused from my stupor by someone shaking me roughly by the shoulder, and I sprang to my feet with a cry, thinking in my half-awakened condition that I was once more in the hands of John o’ Compton, and that my averted doom had overtaken me again. One glance at the strange face looking down at me with an ex- pression of amused surprise reassured me, and my unlooked-for escape from the hantls of the man of the woods rushed back upon me as I gazed round the vessel that bore me. ‘“Who are you, and how do you come here?” asked the stranger, in French, a lan- guage which I fortunately understood, and could even speak with sufficient fluency to comichbooks.com