The sound was so faint, he held his breath to listen.
"Stephen, I want to see Deena."
French's heart began thumping like the screw of his yacht.
How he thanked God that he could look his friend in the face as he answered:
"So you shall, old man; just as quickly as steam can carry you to her."
A look of satisfaction came into the tired eyes.
"It will be a race with death," he said, "but perhaps-thank you, Stephen.
" And he fell asleep.
CHAPTER X.
With Deena the spring moved drearily.
Her position was strangely anomalous; she was neither wife nor widow, without the right to be glad or sad-only dumbly wretched. She could not mourn for a husband who might be living, nor could she ignore the fact that he might be dead, and all the while that parting scene with Stephen burned into her conscience like a brand.
She shut herself up with Polly and the baby, and hardly went out of the house while she remained in New York.
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