Now His Majesty's government has just made you an officer, there is a sort of obligation to take care of your life, in order that it may be used, and, at need, given away, in his service." "Quite true--quite true, Mr.Dutton--so true, I wonder you think it necessary to remind me of it.

I am very grateful to His Majesty's government, and--" While speaking, the voice seemed to descend, getting at each instant less and less distinct, until, in the end, it became quite inaudible.
Dutton looked uneasy, for at that instant a noise was heard, and then it was quite clear some heavy object was falling down the face of the cliff.

Now it was that the mariner felt the want of good nerves, and experienced the sense of humiliation which accompanied the consciousness of having destroyed them by his excesses.

He trembled in every limb, and, for the moment, was actually unable to rise.

A light step at his side, however, drew a glance in that direction, and his eye fell on the form of a lovely girl of nineteen, his own daughter, Mildred.
"I heard you calling to some one, father," said the latter, looking wistfully, but distrustfully at her parent, as if wondering at his yielding to his infirmity so early in the day; "can I be of service to you ?" "Poor Wychecombe!" exclaimed Dutton.