‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. Let me see my child, if he is really here?" "Behold him!" returned Trenchard, taking Thames (who had been a mute, but deeply-interested, witness of the scene) by the hand, and leading him towards her. Their momentary absence seemed to have worked wonders; for now the most perfect understanding appeared to subsist between them.
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