[Prisoners of Chance by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookPrisoners of Chance CHAPTER IX 12/13
So I sat with glance downcast upon the planks, while tugging doggedly at the oar with all my strength, feeling that same sunrise had brought with it my own death warrant.
So dull and heavy grew my heart with lonely weariness, I cannot guess how long we pulled before the boat's nose ran up upon the shore, and De Noyan, springing overboard, dragged it well beyond view among the thick cane. "We shall be safe enough here," he exclaimed lightly, gazing about with approval.
"Come, Eloise, step on this dry sand, for you must be greatly cramped from so tedious a passage." As I arose, the more easily to permit her passing me in the narrow space, she suddenly grasped both my hands within her own; then my eyes glanced up once more to meet hers, dark with unshed tears. "Do not think, Geoffrey Benteen," she said brokenly, her voice vibrating with emotion, "that I fail to realize what this means to you. Your troubled face has been a silent accuser of me this hour past.
But I thank you; you have proven yourself a man, such a man as I have ever believed you to be.
May the good God bless you and bring you peace." "Ay!" chimed in her husband, apparently in good humor.
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