“Did you?” she said, carelessly. “I was in pain. It doesn't matter—it's over now.”
Her hand mechanically swung something to and fro as she answered him. It was the little white silk bag which she had always kept hidden in her bosom up to this time. One of the relics which it held—one of the relics which she had not had the heart to part with before—was gone from its keeping forever. Alone, on a strange shore, she had torn from her the fondest of her virgin memories, the dearest of her virgin hopes. Alone, on a strange shore, she had taken the lock of Frank's hair from its once-treasured place, and had cast it away from her to the sea and the night.
CHAPTER II.
THE tall man who had passed Captain Wragge in the dark proceeded rapidly along the public walk, struck off across a little was
