Octavia's Pride; or, The Missing Witness — page 120: what you’re looking at

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110 “ OCTAVIA’S PRIDE. But Will Yarrel by this time had partly overcome his agitation. ‘Sir,” said he, ‘‘I have one lors worse than all the rest of my troubles, and they are not few. Ido not know whether it was friend or foe.who gaye me into your charge, but I have.blessed one result of his deed, that I was escaping from this cruel and inexorable enemy. I do not. know what it means. He was certainly in London the day I was brought to you; but, behold! almost the first face I saw, when I stepped from the boat, was his! Qh, sir, is he one of the wrecked crew, that old man with the white hair, and those terrible eyes that will pierce through all things?” ‘He is a passenger, my boy. Something such a passen- ger as you have been, | suspect.” ‘Oh, sir, must you take him on board the Sea Foam ? Is it wicked, cruel, heartless in me to beg you to leave him out? Oh, sir, if you could help taking him !” And the frightened brown eyes looked imploringly into his. ‘But how could I?” answered Captain Lo. ‘* What decent excuse could I offer for so inhuman a proceeding? How could I take the rest, and singling him ont, say he must remain behind?” Will Yarrel wrung his hands. “* Alack! I know not, and yet I know I would rather be left on a desert island myself than taken into his company. And it cannot be done?” ‘“Indeed, I do not see how, although he might make himself very comfortable here until another ship came to take him off. But of all these shipwrecked wretches he is most anxious to get back to England.” ‘Then leave me then. I will remain upon the island myself,” exclaimed Will Yarrel, in a volce of paeonnte determination. ‘Are you really in earnest! >” asked Captain Lo, scarcely