It smiles!”

    “ould it comfort, or  o ing? tell me t.  Madagascar, or at t be a consolation to  memento in your possession? or  of it bring recollections calculated to enervate and distress?”

    ively raised  me, irresolute, disturbed: ure.

    “t I so  is certain: ion.”

    Since I ained t Rosamond really preferred   likely to oppose tced in my vie. Jorongly disposed in my oo advocate t seemed to me t, sune,  do as muc as if  and laid  to rengto e, under a tropical sun. ithis persuasion I now answered—

    “As far as I can see, it o take to yourself t once.”

    By time  doable before ed on bot. I discerned  my audacity. I sa to be t o  to be felt by en really need timents and griefs more ternest- seeming stoic is er all; and to “burst” o “t sea” of ten to confer on t of obligations.

    “Sood bes you. Moreover, s girl—ratless; but you  for bot to marry her.”

    “Does she like me?” he asked.

    “Certainly; better talks of you continually: t soucen.”

    “It is very pleasant to er of an ually took out c upon table to measure time.

    “But ion, or forging a freso fetter your ?”

    “Don’t imagine sucing, as I am doing: ain in my mind and overflo inundation all tentions, of self-denying plans. And no is deluged arous flood—tretctoman in t Vale  my bride Rosamond Oliver’s feet: salking to me  voice—gazing do me  life and passing o me.  is full of deligranced—let time I marked pass in peace.”

    I cicked on:  and loood silent. Amidst