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Chapter 18—The “Pilot’s Pool”
Chapter 18—The “Pilot’s Pool” Corsican and I could no longer doubt but that it was Ellen, Fabian’s betrothed, and Harry Drake’s wife. Chance had brought all three together on the same ship. Fabian had not recognized her, although he had cried, “It is she!” But he was not mistaken in saying, “A mad woman!” Ellen iwas mad, undoubtedly; grief, despair, love frozen in her heart, contact with the worthless man who had snatched her from Fabian, ruin and shame had broken her spirit. It was on this subject that Corsican and I spoke the following morning. We had no doubt as to the identity of the young woman; it was Ellen, whom Harry Drake was dragging with him to ths American continent. The Captain’s eyes glowed with a dark fire at the thought of this wretch, and I felt my heart stir within me.
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