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quest. She would save him and the cause he loved, even if she must put him out of her life forever, after this one last effort to play his providence.
She called a cab, and sank upon its cushions restfully. The jangle of harness and the rattle of wheels made a soothing music to her strained and quivering nerves.
When she reached the long wharf, Philippa woke from her apathy, and telling the man to wait, made her way under the huge shed, among the throng of travellers, agents, baggage-men, and teamsters. All was bustle and confusion, swinging crates and banging trunks. The gangways were thronged by hurrying men, people hung over the rail and talked to others on the dock. Stewards flew by, carrying hand-luggage, marked "Wanted"; steamer-trunks bumped along toward the second deck, where busy men lined them up for the sloping gang way of the first cabin. She went directly to the saloon, all mahogany and gold, plate-glass and shimmering brass-work. There were heaps of flowers, books, and candy-boxes lying on the long,
