The electricity, it appeared, had scattered over the iron of the
machinery, instead of running on down into the hold.
Some said, "What a lucky escape!" others, "What a kind providence."
CHAPTER TWENTY-THIRD.
"Sacred love is basely bought and sold;
Wives are grown traffic, marriage is a trade."
--RANDOLPH.
They came safely into port. A little crowd of eager, expectant friends
stood waiting on the wharf; among them a tall, dark-eyed young man, with a
bright, intellectual face, whom Molly, seated on the deck in the midst of
the family group, recognized with almost a cry of delight.
The instant a plank was thrown out, he sprang on board, and in another
moment she was in his arms, sobbing, "Oh, Dick, Dick. I thought I'd never
see you again!"
"Why?" he said with a joyous laugh, "we've not been so long or so far
apart that you need have been in despair of that."
Then as he turned to exchange greetings with the others, his ear caught
the words, "We had an awful night, expecting every moment to see flames
bursting out from the hold.
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