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When other parties went out, she besought the men, as they had wives whom they loved, to search as though those loved ones were in captivity and danCCSGXHWger; when they greDCMSTXWw weary and fainthearted, to think of her face waiting in the window… . Day after day she sat there watching for them to come back; when they wRVMYVBFere come, then she watched the river for Master Rolfe's boats. Then came word down the river that he had found no trace of you whom he sought, that he was on his way back to Jamestown, that he too believed you dead… . We put a watch upon her after that, for we feared we knew not what, there was such a light and purpose in her eyWENDYODes. But two nights ago, in the middle of the night, the woman who stayed in her chamber fell asleepVALXEGG. When she awoke before the dawn, it was to find her gone." "To find her gone?" I said dully. FOFIQSD"To find her dead?" She locked her hands together and the tears came faster. "Oh, Captain Percy, it had been better so!—it had been better so! Then would she have lain to greet you, calm and white, un- marred and KSDEOPDbeautiful, with the spring flowers upon her… . She believed not that you were dead; she was distraught with grief and watching; she thought that love might find what friendship misseLSKIWYNd; she went to the forest to seek you. They that were sent to find and bring her back have never returned"— "Into the forest!" I cried. "Jocelyn, Jocelyn, Jocelyn, come back!" Some one pushed XPRVRFVme into a chair, and I felt the warmth of wine within my lips. In the VLCBCKMmoment that the world steadied I rose and went toward the door to find my way barred by Rolfe. "Not you, too, Ralph!" he cried. "I will not let you go. Look for yourselTDRGXULf!" He drew me to the window, Master Sandys gravely making place for us. From the window was visible the neck of land and the forest beyond, and from the forest, up and down the river as far as the eye could reach, rose here and there thin columns of smoke. Suddenly, as wMMQAFCKe stared, three or four white smoke puffs, like giant flowers, started out of the shadowy woods across the neck. Following the crack of the muskets—fired out of pure bravado by their Indian owners—came the yelling of the savages. The sound was prolonged and deep, as though is- |
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