She turned round and saw Susan
Sharpe--this time alone.
"Look there!" said Mollie, obeying a sudden impulse; "did you ever see
anything so pretty?"
The nurse looked--bent her brows and looked again. Her face flushed--she
caught her breath.
"Who is the man?" she asked, hurriedly, lowly.
"I don't know," in the same breathless way. "He is watching here--but
the distance is so great. Oh, nurse--"
She did not finish the sentence, but with hands clasped and lips parted,
stood looking imploringly in the woman's face.
"Wait a minute," said Mrs. Susan Sharpe; "there is no one on the watch
this time, thank the Lord! Mrs. Oleander's down with the toothache."
She left the room--was absent in her own two or three minutes--then
returned with a pocket telescope in her hand.
"Try this," she said, quietly; "it's small, but it's powerful."
She put it in the girl's hand. Mollie turned eagerly to the window--the
boat and the man were near enough now. The word on the blue flag was
Hope; the face of the man was still toward her, true as the needle to
the north star.
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