Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 61: what you’re looking at

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the full meaning of Carlotta’s warning aes om cuddly thi force of her hint of escape made itself understooc aga aN Yes, life was sweet while one chance of liberty ‘remair ‘She would take her at her word—she would fly! Ae She sprang up, a new being, resolute and eager. Her first _ _act was to secure the door; the next to raise one of th on ages" dows and look out. It was not so very high, and she, who had been ready to take her own life little better. than an ho ae AS ago, might surely risk broken limbs now. __ PUM rrr, a, 9 -~ The night favored her—calm, warm, staplioned Wreacuea® Pv | spread the gray majesty of the sea. ‘Eastward lay the lonely __ marshes and deserted, winding road. Southward slept the - ie quiet town of Rockledge, its lights looking faint and far ite eat ‘ away. s DS io “And Dick is theta ”? Estella thought. “Oh, if he. ‘were a only here to help me now!” wept a She rapidly began her nema hiints Bree ssenu was el precious beyond price. She took off the white dress, the ee _ the wreath, the gloves and slippers, and attired herself : for her journey. A suit of gray merino had been provided for wearing on board the Raven. She put this on, wrapping her-— ee self in a warm shawl. Strong walking shoes, and. a little gray straw hat, with a bright wing, completed her. costume. — eee ~ In all, it had not taken her ten minutes to dress. — The only part of her bridal trappings she retained was a little gold — chain and cross and a couple of rings—one of plain gold, t the is : other set with pearls. : | BESO NG tics rik eo Mocha a The simple jewels had clonal to her ote and were hers of right; but Peter Fisher had never yielded t hem Up until to-night. — é Wee st “T will keep them,” she thought. ay have’ no ‘money, ae ee if the worst comes to the worst, I can sell them for food. — Tf ” > my mother were alive, she would not honed them and see me Te starve.” aoa Woh a : Was there anything else? She looked en abe? room. Me oy : Yes, her book! It, too, had been her mother’s, and it ee ei tained a lock of that dead mother’s hair. Re ie or ‘ She took it off the table—a little volume, biomes in pur- Re A ple velvet, with tarnished clasps and corners, ee cages Res text of Scripture for every day in the year. en ee nee: It opened at the fly-leaf. There was writing” ‘upc Beret : writing pale and faded—that turned the tide of Ecal's es: tiny. She looked at the dim, pale letters: = = ea Heien MALuory, 80 eae eam To her beloved sister, Estella, - He i ay Sjhte\ No. — Poplar street, Chee hie ' { | March 18, 18—. nf co nich ooks.c | : att ub lear ry ~ 7 io = 7 ‘Gy a 47 \ ‘a : ‘ o * she = rs Pia a!