This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ...that singular look as of one who is striving to remember some long-forgotten scene. "Me? Have you forgot Bill Marlock that you shot in the thigh in the mutiny aboard your brig? I knew you the minute I see you!" Before the sailing-master could reply, Doris, separating herself from the awe-stricken group near ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ...that singular look as of one who is striving to remember some long-forgotten scene. "Me? Have you forgot Bill Marlock that you shot in the thigh in the mutiny aboard your brig? I knew you the minute I see you!" Before the sailing-master could reply, Doris, separating herself from the awe-stricken group near the stern, timidly approached the man who had thus spoken. As she dropped on her knees at his side he uttered an exclamation that was echoed in a higher key by his wife. "And you was saved, after all! Thank the Lord!" she exclaimed with a fervor in curious contrast to her usual harsh manner of speech. "Yes," said Doris softly, "I was saved. Marlock," she went on in a steady voice, "is there anything I can do for you?" Marlock smiled feebly. "Well, no, Miss Doris; my game is about up for this world. Yes, though, there is something. Say a bit of a prayer. Not that it will do me any good; only, it looks a bit more--respectable." It was a trying position for the young and timid girl, but she did not hesitate or falter. Clasping her small hands, she bowed her head with the simple reverence of childhood. Every hat was off, every head bowed. "Dear Lord," these were Doris' words, "receive this passing soul. We all need Thy mercy and Thy pardon. Give it even in this, the eleventh hour, to him who perhaps has sore need of such. For Jesus' sake" "Amen!" The unwonted word, which escaped Marlock's lips in a tremulous whisper, was echoed by those within hearing. Miss Twitter, one of the ladies with sympathetic tendencies, sobbed aloud. Miss Penwick showed symptoms of hysterics and was conveyed below. Mrs. Marlock was the least moved of any present. "He's...
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