They thought I meant you harm, and have driven me away.

But, Heaven knows how little of evil purpose was in my heart! Farewell! Sometimes, when you are kneeling to say your nightly prayers, think of me, and breathe my name in your petitions.

I will need the prayers of the innocent.

Farewell!" And under the impulse of the moment, Mark bent forward and pressed his lips fervently upon her pure forehead; then, springing away, left her bewildered and in tears.
Mark hurried on towards the nearest landing place on the river, some three miles distant, which he reached just as a steamboat was passing.

Waving his handkerchief, as a signal, the boat rounded to, and touching at the rude pier, took him on board.