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6 shelter from the terrible heat; and the calm waters, shut in by coral reefs, seemed to reflect and even increase the intensity of the sun's rays.

Suddenly she halted, and looked back contemplatively along the road the convicts had taken.

Words escaped her. They were scarcely vapid sentimentalities.

"Bah! even the warder pities me, the imbecile!" she exclaimed in French, breaking into a nervous, discordant laugh. "I have obeyed you, my elegant husband, merely because I am helpless ; but my fervent wishes for your welfare are that you will descend yonder mine and never return to the light of day—that your taskmasters will crush the life out of you long before the expiration of your term. You think you have ingeniously strengthened the tie by making me your wife, but you have yet to discover your mistake. You have yet to discover that you are dealing with one who can hold her own against the world!"

Motionless and silent, she stood for a few moments with fixed eyes and hands tightly clutched. Then she continued—

"Seven years must elapse before you return to civilization. Meanwhile much can be accomplished. Sacre ! I hope you'll die the death you deserve, and rot in a criminal's grave before that, curse you! Your wife—ma foi !—your victim!"

Hissing the last sentence with bitter contempt, and stamping her shapely foot vehemently, she added—

"Why should I barter myself? By going through the ceremony I have effectually closed his mouth for at least seven years, yet I still have freedom and the means whereby to enjoy life. Shall I calmly submit, then, and pose before the world as a social outcast—the wife of a notorious convict?"