"There."
"Thank you, sir."
She put the check into her purse, and brought the prayer-book to Helen.
"Lock it up at once," said she, in a voice so low that Arthur heard her murmur, but not the words. And she retired, leaving Helen staring with amazement, and Arthur in a cold perspiration.
CHAPTER LXV.
WHEN the Springbok weighed anchor and left the island, a solitary form was seen on Telegraph Hill.
When she passed eastward, out of sight of that point, a solitary figure was seen on the cliffs.
When her course brought the island dead astern of her, a solitary figure stood on the east bluff of the island, and was the last object seen from the boat as she left those waters forever.
What words can tell the sickening sorrow and utter desolation that possessed that yearning bosom!