Could the sounds come from the boat?
I concluded that it must be so, and I walked up closer.

Then I heard distinctly the words: "He grasp ed her by the thro at and yell ed, swear to me thou nev er wilt re veal my se cret, or thy hot heart's blood shall stain this mar bel fib or; she gave one gry vy ous gasp and--" It was Pomona! Doubtless she had climbed up the stern of the boat and had descended into the depths of the wreck to rescue her beloved book, the reading of which had so long been interrupted by my harsh decrees.

Could I break in on this one hour of rapture?
I had not the heart to do it, and as I slowly moved away, there came to me the last words that I ever heard from Rudder Grange: "And with one wild shry ik to heav en her heart's blo od spat ter ed that prynce ly home of woe--".