"If there's any life left, we'll fetch her to there." "Her heart beats," said Mrs.Denover, raining tears and kisses on the cold face.

"Oh, my child, my child! it is your wretched mother who has done this!" They reached the "Angelina Dobbs," where they were impatiently waited for, and captain and crew stared aghast at sight of the supposed corpse.
"Do you take the 'Angelina Dobbs' for a cemetery, Mr.Parmalee ?" demanded Captain Dobbs, with asperity.

"Who's that air corpse ?" "Come into the cabin and I'll tell you." There he heard, in wonder and pity, the story.
"Poor creeter! Pretty as a picter, too! Who did the deed ?" "It looked like her husband," replied Mr.Parmalee.

"He was as jealous as a Turk, anyway." "She is not dead!" exclaimed Mrs.Denover; "her heart flutters.

Oh! pray leave me alone with her; I think I know what to do." The men quitted the cabin.