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I looked at the woman I loved, and self-reproach was in o across her forn connecting me, either with the wreck or the

rescue I think she had even then abandoned all hope of safety; and in

conviction which I concealed

Under the inborn habit of self-preservation, under the cultivated

habit of the well born, to show no fear and to use the resources of a

caler, we stood now, at least, in

soain I lied and said, "There is no danger,"

though I could see the white rollers and could hear their roar on the

shore

The night greilder The great gulf storm had not yet reached its

cliht ain was flung down by the

waves, the shiver and creak and groan of the sturdy craft, told us

that the end h now the anchor held

firm and our crawl on to the shoal had ceased All around us ater

only four or five feet deep, but water whose waves were twice as high

Once the final crash came, and it would be too late to launch a boat,