"They were fully, painfully repented.

Let them die with her." "Die! Is she, too, dead?
What, that graceful sylph, that exquisite creature I see before me now, in all the pride of conscious loveliness!" and the veteran drew his rough hand across his eyes in unfeigned emotion, then hastily recovering himself, he said, "and this boy--this sailor is her son.

I can hardly believe it possible.

Why he surely cannot be old enough to go to sea." "You forget the number of years that have passed, Sir George.

Edward is now eighteen, as old, if not older, than his mother was when you last saw her." "And when did poor Eleanor die ?" "Six years ago.