Placing this in her pocket, she softly left the house, and scarcely
knowing what instinct prompted her, she hurried towards a small hotel
not far from the sea.
"Can you tell me," she began breathlessly to a sunburnt man standing
near, "if there are any ships leaving here to-morrow?"
"I don't know, senora. I will inquire," he answered politely, and
after an absence of about ten minutes, he returned to say "that
Captain Moriz, of the Eagle, was even then preparing for departure on
the morrow."
"Where does he live?" Miriam said, eagerly.
"He is staying at this hotel at present."
"Do you think I could see him? It is very important."
"I dare say. You can at least try," smilingly.
The Jewess thanked her good-natured commissioner, and lightly ascended
the steps.
"I wish to see Captain Moriz. Is he in?"
"I think so," the man answered after one quick glance at Miriam; "I
will inquire."
Miriam waited with growing impatience until the man returned, and was
relieved when she heard that the captain was not only there, but would
see her.
With wildly beating heart the girl followed her conductor to a large,
darkly-furnished room, where, by a table scattered with papers, sat a
tall, bronzed seaman.
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