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Chapter 6
Myhearthadstoodstillforaninstantwiththewonderandterrorofthequestionwhethershetoowouldsee;andIheldmybreathwhileIwaitedforwhatacryfromher,whatsomesuddeninnocentsigneitherofinterestorofalarm,wouldtellme.Iwaited,butnothingcame;then,inthefirstplace—andthereissomethingmoredireinthis,Ifeel,thaninanythingIhavetorelate—Iwasdeterminedbyasensethat,withinaminute,allsoundsfromherhadpreviouslydropped;and,inthesecond,bythecircumstancethat,alsowithintheminute,shehad,inherplay,turnedherbacktothewater.ThiswasherattitudewhenIatlastlookedather—lookedwiththeconfirmedconvictionthatwewerestill,together,underdirectpersonalnotice.Shehadpickedupasmallflatpieceofwood,whichhappenedtohaveinitalittleholethathadevidentlysuggestedtohertheideaofstickinginanotherfragmentthatmightfigureasamastandmakethethingaboat.Thissecondmorsel,asIwatchedher,shewasverymarkedlyandintentlyattemptingtotighteninitsplace.MyapprehensionofwhatshewasdoingsustainedmesothataftersomesecondsIfeltIwasreadyformore.ThenIagainshiftedmyeyes—IfacedwhatIhadtoface.
