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He has given me my chance . I promise before you and God that he shall not be sorry , ever , that he has raised me out of the dust . '' She stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to the glass which covered the photograph . The wind held fair , a quartering offshore blow , and the schooner , having discharged her cargo , just past noon spread her upper sails , caught a gentle breeze of old Boreas , and shot out of the harbor and so to the southward with a following wind which brought her to the mouth of Big Wreck Cove long before nightfall . Upon the bluff of Wreckers ' Head was to be dimly seen the sprawling Ball homestead . Tunis pointed it out to the passenger . `` That is where you are going to be happy , Ida May , '' he said to her softly .