Woman As She Should Be - or, Agnes Wiltshire by Mary E. Herbert
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sank to rise no more "till the sea shall give up its dead."
"I think," she said, as she concluded her narrative, "I must have been in the water more than half an hour, when I espied the sail, to which my unfortunate companion had alluded, and seeing it, seemed to inspire me with new life, for I had become so exhausted and enfeebled by the waves that surrounded me, that I felt nature could not much longer survive the icy chills which thrilled through my very frame; and when I found that you had seen me, and were sailing towards me, evidently with the intention of effecting my rescue, no language can describe the varied emotions of my heart,--joy, gratitude and hope preponderating." Exhausted by the effort of speaking, Agnes sank back on the rude couch, that the sailors had with kind haste prepared for her. "Land, yonder," sang one from the mast-head. "I am heartily glad of it," said the Captain, "for all our sakes, for we shall soon have a terrible storm, but especially for this poor lady's, whose strength seems almost gone." Prospered by a favoring breeze, a few hours sufficed to bear the vessel to its destined harbor; and that night, sheltered, in comparative comfort, beneath the hospitable roof of Mr. Williamson, Ellen's father, Agnes sank into deep and quiet repose. CHAPTER X. |
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