'If ever I trusted woman, I trusted you, Sylvia Robson.' He made as though throwing her from him, with a gesture of contempt that stung her to life.
'Oh, Charley!' she cried, springing to him, 'dunnot cut me to the quick; have pity on me, though he had none.

I did so love thee; it was my very heart-strings as gave way when they told me thou was drowned--feyther, and th' Corneys, and all, iverybody.

Thy hat and t' bit o' ribbon I gave thee were found drenched and dripping wi' sea-water; and I went mourning for thee all the day long--dunnot turn away from me; only hearken this once, and then kill me dead, and I'll bless yo',--and have niver been mysel' since; niver ceased to feel t' sun grow dark and th' air chill and dreary when I thought on t' time when thou was alive.

I did, my Charley, my own love! And I thought thou was dead for iver, and I wished I were lying beside thee.

Oh, Charley! Philip, theere, where he stands, could tell yo' this was true.