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 rag to cover her this cold winter's night; and on the point of going to the bottom every moment, in this crazy little vessel; with never a friend to own her body if she's drowned, nor an acquaintance to say a word to before she sinks; not a countryman within leagues, except our surly pilot, who grudges her even liferoom, because he's afraid he shan't be the better for her: going to a nation where she won't know a dog from a cat, and will be buffetted from pillar to post, if she don't pay for more than she wants; with all this, she is the most fortunate of human beings! Faith, the demoiselle is soon pleased! She is, faith! But why won't you give me your receipt, Mistress, for finding all things so agreeable?"

"You would be sorry, Sir, to take it!"

"I fear, then,'" said Harleigh, "it is only past suffering that bestows this character of bliss upon simple safety?"

"Pray, Mr. Riley," cried Mrs. Maple, "please to explain what you mean, VOL. I.