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They Looked and Loved

Chapter 3 IT IS BETTER THAT YOU DIE.

Word Count: 1140    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

h overcame her at first, and, struggling painfully to her feet, she was about to hurry from the spot when she w

living being, wet already with the surf, that went over him each time it rolled in on the shor

not be!"

e gazed into the white, uptur

r white hand with an involuntary, tender caress on the broad, white

enly, the eyelids fluttered open, and the young girl met the w

g her prostrate against his breast. Drenched an

"Oh, speak to me, sir; let me help you to rise, for

r close to his lips to

trength-to rise. Go-save yo

er the disjointed words, for with the last o

er to seize and carry off their helpless victim. From her pallid lips came a cry

r efforts, and she was distinctly conscious of as strong a yearning to save

is body, knotting the long ends on his breast. Just then another strong wave engulfed them. Clinging to the end of the

ragged the heavy form of her companion far up the beach; and within the gates of her home, where she sank down, exhau

ast did not heave with the faintest sign of life. She noted

ngly upon his brow. Then she started as from a trance, and withdrew her hand from his brow, sobbing un

the intoxicating scent of June flowers blooming riotously in the neglected gar

ined the situation, and commanded them to bring the u

had brought the dripping form and laid it

now this young man, Miss Farnha

ng over the pillow, looked at her

o you think th

or comes. Now do you go right up to your room, please, and get some dry clothes on before you

lashes lying so heavily upon the death-white cheeks, and moved silently out of the room, dragging herself wearily

r to her room her lips moved ever

n! What a soft

in the dead hour of the night, she had forgotten the open chest of gold upon the floor; she had

ld, little pools of salt-water sinking into the rich carpe

Her back was turned to Nita, her clawlike, skinny hands were diving into the chest of gold. She was filling her apron

you vile thief! Wha

and the gold pieces rolled in every direction. Springing wildly to her

stro, and to avenge my son!" she hissed

down by her enemy's fierce onslaught, her

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