"
"I am sure she will do it."
"Will you, Peggy?"
"Yes, I will."
So Angelique wrapped Peggy first, and went with her as far as the
window. It was the window through which Dr. Dunlap had stepped.
"Good-by, dear Peggy," whispered Angelique; for the other seemed
starting on the main journey of her life.
"Good-by, dear Angelique."
Peggy's eyes were tearless still, but she looked and looked at
Angelique, and looked back mutely again when she sat at Rice's head in
the boat. She had him to herself. Between the water and the sky, and
within the dim horizon band, she could be alone with him. He was her own
while the boat felt its way across the waste. The rowers sat on a bench
over the foot of the pallet. Captain Saucier was obliged to steer. Peggy
sat in the prow, and while they struggled against the rivers, she looked
with the proud courage of a Morrison at her dead whom she must never
claim again.
The colonel put Angelique first into the waiting boat. Wachique was set
in front of her, to receive tante-gra'mere when the potentate's
chrysalid should be lowered.
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