St. George Rathborne

Summary

St. George Rathborne,  My Hildegarde

“ Strange what thoughts will flash athwart the mind even when on the brink of eternity.
Standing there and looking in her heavenly eyes, now filled with such womanly fear, I wondered what fate had in store for us—we who had separated through pique and been brought together again in this wonderful, this almost miraculous manner.
Could it be that just as I was about to claim Paradise again, it would be but to die with this loved one in my arms; or would a kinder fate allow us to live through the horror of storm and wreck, saved for each other as by a miracle.
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St. George Rathborne,  My Hildegarde

“ On the other hand, if the force of the impact had been so terrific as to plant the ill-fated yacht upon the reef so firmly that she could not be washed over, then there was a chance of her holding together for some hours—perhaps, Heaven alone knew, until daylight.
Between the bombardment of each wave we had a breathing spell, when words shouted at the top of the voice could be heard.
I knew I must leave Hildegarde; it would only be for a brief time, but there was no escaping my duty to those others who had stuck by their posts with such faithful heroism.
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St. George Rathborne,  My Hildegarde

“ Robbins still followed the sea, and his arrival at Bolivar on the night of the “festa” was in the nature of an accident—a lucky one I deemed it, since it brought me once again in contact with a valiant, honest spirit I had always greatly admired in the past.
The romance that once infested the ocean is not yet wholly dead; some miserable Lascars in his crew had conspired together, secretly overwhelmed the faithful sailors, and made prisoners of them, put the mate—the captain was killed in the mêlée adrift in a jollyboat and sailed away to perdition, for the vessel was never heard of again.
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Source: Gutenberg

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