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The Twenty-first Of October

           ItwasanothersortofsmokethattheinnereyeofSelinawaslookingupon,—asmokethathunginsullenbanksroundthemastsandthehullsofthefightingships;asmokefrombeneathwhichcamethunderandthecrashandthesplinter-rip,theshoutoftheboardingparty,thechokingsobofthegunnerstretchedbyhisgun;asmokefromoutofwhichatlastshesaw,asthrougharivenpall,theradiantspiritoftheVictor,crownedwiththecoronalofaperfectdeath,leapinfullassuranceupintotheetherthatImmortalsbreathe.Theduskwasgloomingtowardsdarknesswhensheroseandmovedslowlydowntowardsthebeckoningfire;somethingofthepriestessinherstride,somethingofthedevoteeinthesetpurposeofhereye.

           Theleaveswerewellalightbythistime,andHaroldhadjustaddedanoldfurzebush,whichflamedandcrackledstirringly.

           “Go’n’getsomemoresticks,”orderedSelina,“andshavings,’n’chunksofwood,’n’anythingyoucanfind.Lookhere—inthekitchen-gardenthere’sapileofoldpea-sticks.Fetchasmanyasyoucancarry,andthengobackandbringsomemore!”

           “ButIsay,—”beganHarold,amazedly,scarceknowinghissister,andwithavisionofafrenziedgardener,pea-sticklessandthreateningretribution.

           “Goandfetch’emquick!”shoutedSelina,stampingwithimpatience.

           Haroldranoffatonce,truetothesternsystemofdisciplineinwhichhehadbeennurtured.ButhiseyeswerelikeroundO’s,andasheranhetalkedfasttohimself,inevidentdisorderofmind.

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