"I am the sister of a little sailor-boy, whom you once rescued from
imminent peril,--perhaps death; and I rejoice that fortune has favored
me with a sight of your honest face, that I may repay in part, at least,
the debt of gratitude which we owe to you,--Harry Grosvenor, do you
remember him?" asked she, placing her well-filled purse in his hand.
"Ah, that noble little specimen of young America! a young hero!--could
have jumped over two Johnny Bulls, although my dust-heap happened to be
this side of the water. Well do I remember him! and you are the sister
that he used to talk about, till I really thought the fellow had got
into a lunatic's overall?"
"Yes, I am his sister," said the Sea-flower, and she might have
added,--your name has never been forgotten in my prayers; but this was
no place for the illiterate, though good-hearted sailor's ludicrous
expressions, and having doubly feed the guide, who did not witness a
scene like this often, within these walls, which were looked upon as
sacred by other than his eagle eye, our friends sought the Adelphi,
whither, at Mr. Alboni's request, Sampson joined them; for there was
something in the words which he had uttered, that struck upon that
gentleman's ear; and yet, what it was, was not clear to his mind.
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