The Island Bride — page 80: what you’re looking at

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CAST AWAY Soll oe na 3> 72 “ Don’t reprove me !” cried Miss Trundle, bursting into tears, "don’t reprove me! That is something which I can’t stand, @ I will cling to you! she screamed, pouncing upon him and — elutching his arm. “I will cling to you through every hard- ship ” az “May God give you the necessary strength,” Trust began, “to enable you to bear up under— “Oh, dear! dear! Surely you don’t think there’s any thing more to bear up under! I shall certainly die if there is! Why, oh ! why did you lure me away from the ship? Death is before me, and we will both die together. I will cling to you to the last!” “Madam,” answered the parson, “I am distressed to think that you should, for a moment, hold the mistaken idea that d Jured you away from the vessel !” “ Yes, you did—you did!” sobbed Miss Trundle, “ and you didn’t even think to persuade Captain Bunt to cook and pack up. something nice for me before we started! Oh, dear! oh, dear! these hard crackers will be the death of me; but Pll cling to you, yes, ’'ll cling to you through every thing 1 You shall never reproach me witt fickiciiéés” The parson made no reply, and a few miinutes after he was gratified to hear his companion snore—a proof that she was asleep. Trust exerted himself to keep his eyes open, but his efforts were vain; he was soon-nodding his head and dream- ing about Miss Trundle and the island. When he awoke it was broad daylight. The breeze had died away, the sea was as smooth as a mirror. Far away to the eastward he saw land—astern of him he beheld a sail; about a quarter of a mile ahead a raft containing three men approaching the boat. Trust was evidently startled ; he did not like the looks of ‘he men he saw. “Raft ahoy !” he shouted, with his usual meek smile, “ Plexse inform me who you are and from whence you come.” “We are shipwrecked sailors!” answered Clark. “ Looking for a sail,” added Wilkes, “and seeing one—tha . fellow astern of you—we are making for him.” | Miss Trundle now awoke with a start and a scream, Too Ceaasiaratcias grecisd hey cpus wap ie brown cap, COME OOOKS.COM