. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. He looked about for his hat, and put it on. " "My God!" cried Trenchard, stunned by the intelligence, "I have killed her. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. God bless you, anyhow!" she added, with a spontaneity which surprised Sister Angelina into uttering an individual gasp.
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