found it!"--and she awoke with a start.

Her heart was beating hard, and for a moment she was dazed; but presently
she went to sleep again, and dreamed once more.

This time she was on a great warship, in a storm which was driving
towards a rocky shore. The sea was washing over the deck. She
recognised the shore: it was the cliff at Plemont in the north of Jersey,
and behind the ship lay the awful Paternosters. They were drifting,
drifting on the wall of rock. High above on the land there was a
solitary stone hut. The ship came nearer and nearer. The storm
increased in strength. In the midst of the violence she looked up and
saw a man standing in the doorway of the hut. He turned his face towards
her: it was Ranulph Delagarde, and he had a rope in his hand. He saw her
and called to her, making ready to throw the rope, but suddenly some one
drew her back. She cried aloud, and then all grew black. . . .

And then, again, she knew she was in a small, dark cabin of the ship.
She could hear the storm breaking over the deck. Now the ship struck.
She could feel her grinding upon the rocks. She seemed to be sinking,
sinking--There was a knocking, knocking at the door of the cabin, and a
voice calling to her--how far away it seemed! . . . Was she dying,
was she drowning? The words of a nursery rhyme rang in her ears
distinctly, keeping time to the knocking. She wondered who should be
singing a nursery rhyme on a sinking ship:

"La main morte,
La main morte,
Tapp' a la porte,
Tapp' a la porte."