Uncle! Speak, quick! Did you see a belt ?" Willis shook his head meditatively.

"I don't, and yet I do, and yet I don't again.

My brains were, well-nigh washed out of me, I know.
However, sir, I'll think, and talk it over with you too; for if it be in the village, found it ought to be, and will be, with God's help." "Found ?" cried Grace, in so high a key, that Tom entreated her to calm herself, and not make the matter public.--"Found?
yes; and shall be found, if there be justice in heaven.

Shame that west-country folk should turn robbers and wreckers! Mariners, too, and manners' wives, who should be praying for those who are wandering far away, each man with his life in his hand! Ah, what a world! When will it end?
soon, too soon, when west-country folk rob shipwrecked men! But you will find your belt; yes, sir, you will find it.

Wait till you have learnt to do without it.