. Under false colours . omola, and fancied herselfgliding over the calm waters to some haven of repose,where there might be a new life awaiting her. If notlife, perhaps death ; had not Cissy gone to her last sleepin the cool deeps of ocean ? The thought was so sweetthat it drew her nearer and nearer to the edge of thelanding, and at last she stretched out her hand to theboat, and pulled it close to the pier. Then she steppedin, and felt in her pocket for the pen-knife that she hadalways carried in her school-days. The old rope wasrotten, and the knife soon cut it through. And so she was free,
. Under false colours . omola, and fancied herselfgliding over the calm waters to some haven of repose,where there might be a new life awaiting her. If notlife, perhaps death ; had not Cissy gone to her last sleepin the cool deeps of ocean ? The thought was so sweetthat it drew her nearer and nearer to the edge of thelanding, and at last she stretched out her hand to theboat, and pulled it close to the pier. Then she steppedin, and felt in her pocket for the pen-knife that she hadalways carried in her school-days. The old rope wasrotten, and the knife soon cut it through. And so she was free, drifting away over the moonlitwater, just as she had often drifted in dreams. She wasnot quite sure whether she was awake or only dreamingnow. The gentle gliding motion gave her a delightfulsense of calm ; the soft night air breathed on her face likea caress. Presently she lay down in the boat, just asEomola had done, wrapping the large cloak around her,and closing her eyes ; and then, indeed, she entered
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