We have bought the steam-sloop _Springbok_, seven hundred tons.

I'll victual her for a year, man her well, and you shall go out in her in less than a week.

I give you my hand on that." They grasped hands.
But this sudden warmth and tenderness, coming from a man habitually cold, overpowered the stout general.

"What, sir," he faltered; "your own son lies in danger, yet your heart goes so with me--such goodness--it is too much for me." "No, no," faltered the merchant, affected in his turn; "it is nothing.
Your poor girl was coming home in that cursed ship to marry my son.

Yes, he lies ill for love of her; God help him and me too; but you most of all.