But for days and weeks she lay very ill--ill unto death--delirious, senseless.

Then the fever yielded, and death-like weakness ensued.
This, too, passed; and by the time the "Angelina" reached New York, the poor girl was able to saunter up and down the deck, and drink in the life-giving sea air.
Thus, while fruitless search was being made for G.W.

Parmalee throughout London--while detectives examined every passenger who sailed in the emigrant ships--he was safely skimming the Atlantic in Captain Dobb's cockleshell.
To do him justice, he never thought--and no more did Harriet--of what might follow her disappearance.

The baronet would leave the country, they both imagined, and her fate would remain forever a mystery.
So the supposed dead bride reached New York in safety, and that body washed ashore and identified by Sybilla Silver, to suit her own ends, was some nameless unfortunate.
On the pier in New York Mr.Parmalee and Lady Kingsland parted.
"I am going to my uncle's house," she said; "my mother's brother.

Hugh Denover is a rich merchant, and will receive us, I know.