Never once glancing at the small mirror that seemed to invite her charms to reflect themselves therein, she went to the quaint latticed window and knelt down by it, folding her arms on the sill while she looked far out to the Fjord.

She could see the English flag fluttering from the masts of the _Eulalie_; she could almost hear the steady plash of the oars wielded by Errington and his friends as they rowed themselves back to the yacht.

Bright tears filled her eyes, and brimmed over, falling warmly on her folded hands.
"Would I care if you suffered ?" she whispered.

"Oh, my love!.

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