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"Do you love any one else? because I shall then know how to act," exclaimed Eban. Nelly thought for a moment. "I will tell him; it will be the kindest thing to do, as he will then understand that I can never marry him, and wisely seek another wife." "Yes, Eban Cowan, I do love another," she said, in a low voice. "I love Michael Penguyne, and can be no other man's wife than his.
"I shall be sorry not to see you again, Eban, for we have been friends from our earliest days, and I hoped that we should always remain so," answered Nelly, mustering all the courage she possessed to speak calmly. "That is what drives me to desperation," he exclaimed. "Nelly, is it true that you are going to marry Michael Penguyne?"
Reuben's younger son, Simon Lanaherne, had gone aft and sat down by the side of the rescued man. "He is coming to, I believe." "Which of the poor lads is he, Simon?" asked his father. Simon felt the man's face and dress, bending his head down to try and scan his features. "I cannot quite make out; but I am nearly sure it is Michael Penguyne," answered Simon.
Then the little family assembled in their sitting room, and offered up their thanks to the merciful Being Who looked down upon them in their distress. Michael Penguyne made ample use of his new boat. Nelly proposed that she should be called the "Dove." "You see she was sent to us when all around seemed so dark and gloomy, just as the dove returned to Noah, to show that God had not forgotten him."
"I forgot, Mistress Nelly, that Michael Penguyne was aboard her," answered the thoughtless boy. "I would not have said it to frighten you so, but it may be father and the others will find them if they are not all drowned before they get there." "O granny, I was afraid something dreadful was happening," exclaimed Nelly, gasping for breath. "I must go down to the harbour's mouth.
"You know, lad, that you are called Michael Penguyne, and that my name is Paul Trefusis. Has it never crossed your mind that though I have always treated you as a son and you have ever behaved towards me as a good and dutiful son should behave that you were not really my own child?"
"He is a brave young chap, though, or he would not have brought up in the way he did. I have not once seen him waving his arms or seeming to be crying out for help, as most would be." "Can he be young Michael Penguyne, of whom we have just heard!" exclaimed Mrs Tremayne. "Oh, can nothing be done to save him?"
"I am main glad if it be he, for poor Nelly's sake," said Reuben. "Pull up your starboard oars, lads, here comes a sea," he shouted, and a tremendous wave came curling up from the westward. The attention of every one was engaged in encountering the threatened danger. "Michael Penguyne! have I saved him?" muttered Eban Cowan, with a deep groan.
"To say the truth, I have never thought about it, father," answered the boy, looking up frankly in the old man's face. "I am oftener called Trefusis than Penguyne, so I fancied that Penguyne was another name tacked on to Michael, and that Trefusis was just as much my name as yours. And oh! father, I would rather be your child than the son of anybody else."
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