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~. ; > ‘ 146 : A SERVANT OF SATAN. place where an opening had been purposely prepared. His arms were folded on his breast, and his head was bent; but, although he was deadly pale, he showed no trace of emo- tion, and remained so perfectly still that he might have been caryed in marble. Only once during the brief cere- mony did his unnatural calm give way. The captain had arrived at those most solemn words of a burial service at sea: a ‘‘We therefore commit her body to the deep, looking for the resurrection of the body when the sea shall give up her dead.” Four quartermasters, with bared heads, at that moment seized the corpse, and, placing it on an inclined plank, al- lowed it to gently glide downward into the dark waters. The waves opened for an instant, with a low, hissing sound, and then closed again over all that remained of the once beauti- ful and admired Nina. Frederick shuddered, as if overcome by a great terror, and an expression of horror swept over his hvid features. Making his way through the group of mourners, he rapidly walked forward to the very bows of the vessel, and for thiee long hours he remained there motion- less, leaning against the bulwark, peering into the gather- ing darkness, and apparently heedless of the terrible storm which was coming on. | The tempest, which had announced itself by an alarming fall of the barometer, burst forth shortly after ten o’clock that night in all its intensity. It seemed as if the very ele- ments were raising their voices in protest against the great — crime which had been committed. or a time the wind was so powerful that the ship could make no headway, and the very waves were beaten down by its terrific force. ‘The air for a depth of about fifteen feet above the surface of the water was covered with a dense kind of mist, formed of pulverized spray. Jt was impossible to stand on deck without being tied, Gomicbooks.co