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“Where you’ll be safe till I let your father know I’ve got you.”,Running over to the river that flows swiftly but serenely a few yards from her, she leans over the bank and gazes down lingeringly and with love into the dark depths beneath that cast up to her her own fair image.,Mr Lawrence went close to him and shouted.,"Go back once more," said the young man, "and tell Three Bulls to send me that young woman.",Mrs. Bennett came in and tried to learn the trouble; but it was some time before May Nell could be induced to tell.,"Miss Lucy went out at about half-past seven, sir," said the footman.,"Do you belong to this ship?" she asked.,The Aurora's boat was swept alongside the brig, and Captain Acton and the Admiral clambered over the side up a short flight of steps, and in an instant Lucy was clasped in the devouring embrace of her father. Such an old-world scene taxes the highest gifts of the pen or the brush. This Louisa Ann was about fifty years old; she was nearly as broad as she was long. Her fore-mast was stepped far in the bows; her decks were stained and grimy; the paint had faded out of the inside of her bulwarks. Her sails were patched and so dingy that they might have been coloured as a smack's. Her rusty sides were lined with yawning seams amid which three little circular windows were merged with no accentuation from the dirt-shrouded glass which prevented the sea from entering the blistered, worn, mani-coloured hull. Her sailors looked as though[Pg 359] they were shipwrecked: long-haired, bearded, sallow, in clothes considerably tattered, in aspect melancholy and dejected with lack of nourishment, dullness of sailing and ceaseless motion: for here was the tub wallowing like a buoy in a popple upon a smooth sea, and the frightful weather she would make off Cape Horn or in a gale of wind the imagination of a sailor could readily picture by witnessing her motions now.,"A brilliant piece of work, sir," cried Nelson.,"Ho, the schooner ahoy! where are you from?","Oh, one at a time," says Nolly. "She couldn't do it all at once. Such a stretch of fancy requires thought.","You see me," says the man, sullenly; "an' ye may guess my errand." He fingers the trigger of his gun in a terribly significant manner as he speaks..