” The lady stood away from the door. She did not hear his approach, but continued her occupation without raising her head. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. His attention drawn, the captain was easily able to make out the pretty features under the feathered hat, and the same dark riding habit the fugitive had worn on that first occasion at Remenham House. "No; I don't think I'd laugh. My boys are all Sandwich Island born. "But if it is thy will to take me from him," she continued, as soon as her emotion permitted her,—"if he must be left an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseech thee, a mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a friend, who shall be to him what I would have been. " "Won't my life do as well as his?" supplicated the other. “Do YOU go across the Park?” “Not usually. The smile had become a laugh.
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