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What sayest thou of the Mermaid?

She sailed from port yesterday morning, and my poor boy is on board.

Where he is still in safety, I doubt not; so make thyself easy, and blow up the embers of thy fire, that I may dry myself.

Lord be gracious to me! Did I not see thee embark with the other passengers?—If that ship be sailing on the sea, what art thou? (He remains silent, and she looks at him still more intently.) In the name of the blessed Saints, depart from me! thou art nothing now that either fire may warm or roof may shelter. Leave me, in the holy name of St. Francis!

Nay, if thou deny me succour, in my present condition, thou wilt make a ghost of me, indeed. Let me pass on to the fire, I beseech thee!

Thank God we are on dry land again, though we be driven back to the same coast.