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The
light
of
the
Great
Isabel
burned
unfailing
above
the
lost
treasure
of
the
San
Tome
mine
.
Into
the
bluish
sheen
of
a
night
without
stars
the
lantern
sent
out
a
yellow
beam
towards
the
far
horizon
.
Like
a
black
speck
upon
the
shining
panes
,
Linda
,
crouching
in
the
outer
gallery
,
rested
her
head
on
the
rail
.
The
moon
,
drooping
in
the
western
board
,
looked
at
her
radiantly
.
Below
,
at
the
foot
of
the
cliff
,
the
regular
splash
of
oars
from
a
passing
boat
ceased
,
and
Dr.
Monygham
stood
up
in
the
stern
sheets
.
"
Linda
!
"
he
shouted
,
throwing
back
his
head
.
"
Linda
!
"
Linda
stood
up
.
She
had
recognized
the
voice
.
"
Is
he
dead
?
"
she
cried
,
bending
over
.
"
Yes
,
my
poor
girl
.
I
am
coming
round
,
"
the
doctor
answered
from
below
.
"
Pull
to
the
beach
,
"
he
said
to
the
rowers
.
Linda
's
black
figure
detached
itself
upright
on
the
light
of
the
lantern
with
her
arms
raised
above
her
head
as
though
she
were
going
to
throw
herself
over
.
"
It
is
I
who
loved
you
,
"
she
whispered
,
with
a
face
as
set
and
white
as
marble
in
the
moonlight
.
"
I
!
Only
I
!
She
will
forget
thee
,
killed
miserably
for
her
pretty
face
.
I
can
not
understand
.
I
can
not
understand
.
But
I
shall
never
forget
thee
.
Never
!
"
She
stood
silent
and
still
,
collecting
her
strength
to
throw
all
her
fidelity
,
her
pain
,
bewilderment
,
and
despair
into
one
great
cry
.
"
Never
!
Gian
'
Battista
!
"
