She had thought of him always, dreamed of him, prayed for him, for she had the heart of a good and true woman.

Yes, she had followed Tite in her love-dream through all the strange depths of that mysterious ocean.

But the more she traced for him the more it seemed to deepen her disappointment.

Still hope flattered her lingering love, cheered her, and brightened the star of her future.

Hope came to cheer the heart that had longed for relief so lovingly, that had begun to yield to the stormy forebodings which hope deferred oppresses the soul with.
Notwithstanding all this, fear at times seemed to get the better of her resolution.