” “It isn’t that you’re splendid or I,” said Capes. At this terrible juncture, Jack maintained his composure,—a smile played upon his face before the cap was drawn over it,—and the last words he uttered were, "My poor mother! I shall soon join her!" The rope was then adjusted, and the cart began to move. There'll be a fall of above twelve foot o' water, and think o' that on a night as 'ud blow a whole fleet to the devil. Give way, and let us render what assistance we can to the poor wretch. ” “Wonderful! You can teach my son. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion.
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