. CHAPTER XXVIII. ’ The captain grasped her more firmly. She almost laughed, but repressed her smile lest it seem cruel. He drew compellingly upon his new characters to keep him out of this melancholy channel; but they ebbed and ebbed; he could not hold them. God! I have cheated myself into a belief that the boy perished! And now my worst fears are realized —he lives!" "As yet," returned Jonathan, with fearful emphasis. Without care he will die. There would be no mercy in this man. But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor.
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