"What did that woman mean? Did she mean anything? Yes, I am sure she
did, and she has come here to help me to escape. Oh, Heaven have pity,
and grant me freedom once more!"
She clasped her hands and sat there like one out of herself, while the
moments wore on. Purple and gold made the western sky luminous with
glory, and when the gorgeous flames were at their brightest, and the sea
turning to a lake of blood-red fire, a little white boat, with a blue
pennant flying, shot out of the red light and drifted close to the
shore.
Mollie fixed her eyes on this tiny skiff--why, she could not have told.
Boats passed and repassed often enough, but seldom so close to the
shore. The beauty of the little bark attracted her, nestling as it did
like a white dove on the water, and that fairy azure banner flying.
A solitary figure sat in the boat, his face turned her way; but the
distance was too great for her to distinguish that face. A word in white
letters she could see on the blue flag; but again the distance was too
great for her to distinguish. She sat and watched and watched, until the
opening of the door startled her.
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