A packet was about starting for the island of our destination, and she saw a strange-looking little man carrying his luggage from the wharf into a boat.

She had the infant in her arms, having carried it out for the identical purpose of getting rid of it; and, without more ado, she laid it down, unseen, among boxes and bundles, and, like Hagar, stood afar off to see what became of it.

That ugly little man was the dwarf; and his amazement on finding it among his goods and chattels you may imagine; but he kept it, notwithstanding, though why, is best known to himself.

A few weeks after that we, too, came over, and Prudence took up her residence in a quiet village a long way from London.

Thus you see, Sir Norman, how it comes about that we are so related, and the wrong I have done them all." "You have, indeed!" said Sir Norman, gravely, having listened, much shocked and displeased, at this open confession; "and to one of them it is beyond our power to atone.