"Sir Cecil is no more. He was asleep. The captain saw it too and nodded at the boy. She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed. . He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. " The chair was then opened. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. K-kimble, sir,’ stammered the lad.
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