Yo' niver broke the heart of him that loved yo', and let him almost starve at yo'r very door.
Oh, Philip! my Philip, tender and true.' Then Hester came round and closed the sad half-open eyes; kissing the calm brow with a long farewell kiss.

As she did so, her eye fell on a black ribbon round his neck.

She partly lifted it out; to it was hung a half-crown piece.
'This is the piece he left at William Darley's to be bored,' said she, 'not many days ago.' Bella had crept to her mother's arms as a known haven in this strange place; and the touch of his child loosened the fountains of her tears.

She stretched out her hand for the black ribbon, put it round her own neck; after a while she said, 'If I live very long, and try hard to be very good all that time, do yo' think, Hester, as God will let me to him where he is ?' * * * * * Monkshaven is altered now into a rising bathing place.

Yet, standing near the site of widow Dobson's house on a summer's night, at the ebb of a spring-tide, you may hear the waves come lapping up the shelving shore with the same ceaseless, ever-recurrent sound as that which Philip listened to in the pauses between life and death.
And so it will be until 'there shall be no more sea'.
But the memory of man fades away.