Falchion recognised me; but she made no
exclamation, nor did Justine Caron. Their companion, however, on the
other side of the boat, was eloquent in prayers to be rescued. I caught
the bow of the boat as it raced past me, and with all my strength swung
it towards the smoother water. I ran the rope I had brought, through the
iron ring at the bow, and was glad enough of that; for their lives
perhaps depended on being able to do it. It had been a nice calculation
of chances, but it was done. Roscoe immediately bent to the oars, I threw
an arm around Justine, and in a moment Roscoe had towed us into safer
quarters. Then he drew in the rope. As he did so, Mrs. Falchion said:
"Justine would drown so easily if one would let her."
These were her first words to me. I am sure I never can sufficiently
admire the mere courage of the woman and her presence of mind in danger.
Immediately afterwards she said--and subsequently it seemed to me
marvellous: "You are something more than the chorus to the play this
time, Dr. Marmion."
A minute after, and Justine was dragged into our boat, and was followed
by Mrs.
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