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him a rope。 The tempest suppressed his voice； as it had put out the fire。
But perhaps the lightning had showed him to the dark figures on the stern；
for when the next flash came； they saw a rope flung； which fell short。 The
real distance was more than a hundred yards。
Then there was a long interval of darkness。 The moment the next
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flash came they saw a figure let down by a rope from the stern of the
vessel； while the hungry waves reared like wolves to seize it。 Everybody
crowded down to the nearest rocks； looking this way and that for a head to
appear。 They pressed eagerly in every direction where a bit of plank or a
barrel…head floated； they fancied faint cries here and there； and went
aimlessly to and fro。 A new effort； after half a dozen failures； sent a blaze
mounting up fitfully among the rocks； startling all with the sudden change
its blessed splendor made。 Then a shrill shout from one of the watchers
summoned all to a cleft in the cove； half shaded from the firelight； where
there came rolling in amidst the surf； more dead than alive； the body of a
man。 He was the young foreigner； John Lambert's boatman。 He bore still
around him the rope that was to save the rest。
How pale and eager their faces looked as they bent above him！ But the
eagerness was all gone from his； and only the pallor left。 While the
fishermen got the tackle rigged； such as it was； to complete the
communication with the vessel； the young men worked upon the boatman；
and soon had him restored to consciousness。 He was able to explain that
the ship had been severely strained； and that all on board believed she
would go to pieces before morning。 No one would risk being the first to
take the water； and he had at last volunteered； as being the best swimmer；
on condition that Emilia should be next sent； when the communication
was established。
Two ropes were then hauled on board the vessel； a larger and a smaller。
By the flickering firelight and the rarer flashes of lightning （the rain now
falling in torrents） they saw a hammock slung to the larger rope； a
woman's form was swathed in it； and the smaller rope being made fast to
this； they found by pulling that she could be drawn towards the shore。
Those on board steadied the hammock as it was lowered from the ship； but
the waves seemed maddened by this effort to escape their might； and they
leaped up at her again and again。 The rope dropped beneath her weight；
and all that could be done from shore was to haul her in as fast as possible；
to abbreviate the period of buffeting and suffocation。 As she neared the
rocks she could be kept more safe from the water； faster and faster she was
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drawn in； sometimes there came some hitch and stoppage； but by steady
patience it was overcome。
She was so near the rocks that hands were already stretched to grasp
her； when there came one of the great surging waves that sometimes filled
the basin。 It gave a terrible lurch to the stranded vessel hitherto so erect；
the larger rope snapped instantly； the guiding rope was twitched from the
hands that held it； and the canvas that held Emilia was caught and swept
away like a shred of foam； and lost amid the whiteness of the seething
froth below。 Fifteen minutes after； the hammock came ashore empty； the
lashings having parted。
The cold daybreak was just opening； though the wind still blew keenly；
when they found the body of Emilia。 It was swathed in a roll of sea…
weed； lying in the edge of the surf； on a broad； flat rock near where the
young boatman had come ashore。 The face was not disfigured； the
clothing was only torn a little； and tangled closely round her； but the life
was gone。
It was Philip who first saw her； and he stood beside her for a moment
motionless； stunned into an aspect of tranquility。 This； then； was the end。
All his ready sympathy； his wooing tenderness； his winning compliances；
his self…indulgent softness； his perilous amiability； his reluctance to give
pain or to see sorrow；all had ended in this。 For once； he must force
even his accommodating and evasive nature to meet the plain； blank truth。
Now all his characteristics appeared changed by the encounter； it was
Harry who was ready； thoughtful； attentive；while Philip； who usually had
all these traits； was paralyzed among his dreams。 Could he have fancied
such a scene beforehand； he would have vowed that no hand but his
should touch the breathless form of Emilia。 As it was； he instinctively
made way for the quick gathering of the others； as if almost any one else
had a better right to be there。
The storm had blown itself out by sunrise； the wind had shifted；
beating down the waves； it seemed as if everything in nature were
exhausted。 The very tide had ebbed away。 The light…ship rested between
the rocks； helpless； still at the mercy of the returning waves； and yet still
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upright and with that stately look of unconscious pleading which all
shipwrecked vessels wear。 it is wonderfully like the look I have seen in
the face of some dead soldier； on whom war had done its worst。 Every line
of a ship is so built for motion； every part； while afloat； seems so full of
life and so answering to the human life it bears； that this paralysis of
shipwreck touches the imagination as if the motionless thing had once
been animated by a soul。
And not far from the vessel； in a chamber of the seaside farm…house；
lay the tenderer and fairer wreck of Emilia。 Her storms and her passions
were ended。 The censure of the world； the anguish of friends； the
clinging arms of love； were nothing now to her。 Again the soft shelter of
unconsciousness had clasped her in； but this time the trance was longer
and the faintness was unto death。
From the moment of her drifting ashore； it was the young boatman
who had assumed the right to care for her and to direct everything。 Philip
seemed stunned； Harry was his usual clear…headed and efficient self； but to
his honest eyes much revealed itself in a little while； and when Hope
arrived in the early morning； he said to her； 〃This boatman； who once
saved your life； is Emilia's Swiss lover； Antoine Marval。〃
〃More than lover；〃 said the young Swiss； overhearing。 〃She was my
wife before God； when you took her from me。 In my country； a betrothal
is as sacred as a marriage。 Then came that man； he filled her heart with
illusions； and took her away in my absence。 When my brother was here in
the corvette； he found her for me。 Then I came for her； I saved her sister；
then I saw the name on the card and would not give my own。 I became
her servant。 She saw me in the yacht； only once； she knew me； she was
afraid。 Then she said； 'Perhaps I still love you；a little； I do not know； I
am in despair； take me from this home I hate。' We sailed that day in the
small boat for Narragansett；I know not where。 She hardly looked up or
spoke； but for me； I cared for nothing since she was with me。 When the
storm came； she was frightened； and said； 'It is a retribution。' I said； 'You
shall never go back。' She never did。 Here she is。 You cannot take her
from me。〃
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Once on board the light…ship； she had been assigned the captain's state…
room； while Antoine watched at the door。 She seemed to shrink from
him whenever he went to speak to her； he owned； but she answered kindly
and gently； begging to be left alone。 When at last the vessel parted her
moorings； he persuaded Emi
