of the wharf, was first stunned and then drowned."

"Thank God!" cried the lady, with a transport of fervor, and
clasping her jewelled hands together. "At last I am free of those
who have heretofore persecuted me and threatened my very life
itself! You have asked to behold my face; I will now show it to
you! Heretofore I have been obliged to keep it concealed lest,
recognizing me, my enemies should have slain me." As she spoke
she drew aside her veil, and disclosed to the vision of our hero
a countenance of the most extraordinary and striking beauty. Her
luminous eyes were like those of a Jawa, and set beneath
exquisitely arched and pencilled brows. Her forehead was like
lustrous ivory and her lips like rose-leaves. Her hair, which was
as soft as the finest silk, was fastened up in masses of
ravishing abundance. "I am," said she, "the daughter of that
unfortunate Captain Keitt, who, though weak and a pirate, was not
so wicked, I would have you know, as he has been painted. He
would, doubtless, have been an honest man had he not been led
astray by the villain Hunt, who so nearly compassed your own
destruction. He returned to this island before his death, and
made me the sole heir of all that great fortune which he had
gathered--perhaps not by the most honest means--in the waters of
the Indian Ocean. But the greatest treasure of all that fortune
bequeathed to me was a single jewel which you yourself have just
now defended with a courage and a fidelity that I cannot
sufficiently extol. It is that priceless gem known as the Ruby of
Kishmoor. I will show it to you." Hereupon she took the little
ivory ball in her hand, and, with a turn of her beautiful wrists,
unscrewed a lid so nicely and cunningly adjusted that no eye
could have detected where it was joined to the parent globe.