And,
studied from such an exceptional height,--a height seldom climbed by
modern marrying women,--Philip felt himself unworthy. It was a good
sign; there are great hopes of any man who is honestly dissatisfied with
himself. Folding his arms, he leaned idly on the deck-rails, and looked
gravely and musingly down into the motionless water where the varied
lines of the sky were clearly mirrored,--when a slight creaking,
cracking sound was heard, as of some obstacle grazing against or bumping
the side of the yacht. He looked, and saw, to his surprise, a small
rowing boat close under the gunwale, so close indeed that the slow
motion of the tide heaved it every now and then into a jerky collision
with the lower framework of the _Eulalie_--a circumstance which
explained the sound which had attracted his attention. The boat was not
unoccupied--there was some one in it lying straight across the seats,
with face turned upwards to the sky--and, walking noiselessly to a
better post of observation, Errington's heart beat with some excitement
as he recognized the long, fair, unkempt locks, and eccentric attire of
the strange personage who had confronted him in the cave--the crazy
little man who had called himself "Sigurd.
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