"The woman taken out of the East river to-day has been
both seen and spoken to by him and that not long since. He should
know if it is his wife."
"And isn't it?"
"No, a thousand times no; the girl was a perfect stranger."
The assurance seemed to lift a leaden weight from her heart. "O thank
God," she murmured dropping with an irresistible impulse on her
knees. Then with a sudden return of her old tremble, "But I was only
to reveal her secret in case of her death! What have I done, O what
have I done! Her only hope lay in my faithfulness."
Mr. Blake leaning heavily on the table before him, looked in her face.
"Mrs. Daniels," said he, "I love my wife; her hope now lies in me."
She leaped to her feet with a joyous bound. "You love her? O thank
God!" she again reiterated but this time in a low murmur to her self.
"Thank God!" and weeping with unrestrained joy, she drew back into a
corner.
Of course after that, all that remained for us to do was to lay our
heads together and consult as to the best method of renewing our
search after the unhappy girl, now rendered of double interest to us
by the facts with which we had just been made acquainted. That she
had been forced away from the roof that sheltered her by the power of
her father and brother was of course no longer open to doubt.
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