I don't take to men often, and to convicts precious seldom; but there was a look in this man's face which the prison clothes couldn't demoralise--a damned pathetic look, which seemed to say, 'Not guilty.' "In a minute I was beside him, and found he wasn't dead.

Brandy brought him round a little; but he was a bit gone in the head, and muttered all the way back to the ship.

I had unbuttoned his shirt, and I saw on his breast a little ivory portrait of a woman.

I didn't let the crew see it; for the fellow, even in his delirium, appeared to know I had exposed the thing, and drew the linen close in his fingers, and for a long time held it at his throat." "What was the woman's face like, Hungerford ?" I asked.
He parried, remarking only that she had the face of a lady, and was handsome.
I pressed him.

"But did it resemble any one you had ever seen ?" With a slight droop of his eyelids, he said: "Don't ask foolish questions, Marmion.