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Chapter NumberIII
Chapter TitleTHE FINGER OF FATE POINTS SEAWARLS.
Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article70637583
Full Date1896-06-20
Page Number8
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Newspaper TitleThe Capricornian (Rockhampton, Qld. : 1875 - 1929)
Trove TitleHalf Round the World to Find a Husband. A Comedy of Errors
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Chapter 11L— The Finuue of Fate Points

All night Ann walked aboct her room, first stupefied, then weeping. She had long ago torn off her veil and wedding finery and flung them on the bed, in a frenzy of rage with her faithless friend, and then she flung heraelf on the hearthrug, by way of contrast. Towards four o'clock, feeling chilled and aching in every booe of her body, she roused up weariedly, ashamed of herself, with a dull thought that Anita, in such a situation, would have done just the contrary, and been sleeping soundly between her sheets by this time. So for her shame's sake, not to let the hotel servants guess her ridiculous plight, Ann got into bed, to lie wide awake for some hours more. Then she dropped asleep, or bo she firmly believed, jost « the lnusemaid appeared.

The Utter unlocked the door from without, and now demurely expressed hopes that Ann bid not been nervous through the night, as Mrs. Finn, her friend, arid in going away the young lady wished to be locked in. Now, it had come to Nannie's mind, during the small hoars, that she would confess all to Captain Goodman, and ask his fatherly advice. Hastily dressing herself, she scribbled a note which she seat dowastain, for he was staying in the tune hotel. Then white-faced and red eyed, she waited the commodore's prompt appearance in the adjacent sitting-room, feeling when his step eounded heavily outside, as U one were about to receive sentence from a judge. *' Bless my son! ! How white you look ! What is all this about?' said the niually cheery sailor, with a terribly quiet manner and grave voice. As Ann rose holding by the table, unable to speak, be gave a swift glance at her face, and seemed more satisfied. Then giving the culprit time to collect herself, he re-read her shakily written note, with a pushed air. 'Guilty of a deception. Most tell me alL Am not Anna MacTagne, bat a very unhappy girl, Ann Montague.' Captain Goodman was large of build, of middling height, and much greater weight. He had a kindly, resolate face, which now gazed earnestly at the criminal before him. Marching to read into her soul, while a ponderous forefinger tapped the letter he held. ' Well, if you are not Anita UacTague, you are as like her as two peas. Still, of coarse, I see— I do see die more English type which makes die difference. Now, drawing a chair np to the table, and sitting down heavily, ' why did yon play us this trick t' {To be amtmu&L)