Perhaps they enjoyed all the
more the visit to the tailless monkeys, that Dwight insisted upon
later, where they did not expect to be learned, but only to look and
laugh to their young hearts' content.
Dwight was anxious to own one, but his uncle resisted his entreaties,
declaring that monkeys--with, or without tails--would be a drug in the
market long before they returned to New York.
It was late afternoon when they steamed out of the New Mole, and as
they looked back upon the precipitous eastern face of Gibraltar, and
watched the signal station, which now seemed sitting on a mere
knife-edge of rock, and the roads winding up like paths for birds to
light on, it did not seem as if they could have found them so roomy
when on the spot. In dreamy mood Faith watched the surf, ceaselessly
beating itself against that massive wall, only to fall back bruised and
broken. It saddened her, and she was not surprised, after the first
shock of it, to see that Lady Moreham, standing near by, was gazing
also, with tear-filled eyes.
As Faith discovered her emotion, the lady, believing herself
unobserved, turned with a gesture that was eloquent of despair, and
Faith heard her murmuring, "It is like my life--oh! pitiless, pitiless."
Half frightened, the girl slipped behind an intervening barrier, and
stole away.
"Poor lady!" she thought, almost in tears herself. "I would not have
her know I heard for anything. What can make her so unhappy? She
seems to have no friends, no country.
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