Alaric, the meanwhile, stood leaning over the taffrail with Charley, as mute as the fishes beneath him.
'Write to us the moment you get there,' said Charley.

How often had the injunction been given! 'And now we had better get off--you'll be better when we are gone, Alaric,'-- Charley had some sense of the truth about him--'and, Alaric, take my word for it, I'll come and set the Melbourne Weights and Measures to rights before long--I'll come and weigh your gold for you.' 'We had better be going now,' said Charley, looking down into the cabin; 'they may let loose and be off any moment now.' 'Oh, Charley, not yet, not yet,' said Linda, clinging to her sister.
'You'll have to go down to the Nore, if you stay; that's all,' said Charley.
And then again began the kissing and the crying.

Yes, ye dear ones--it is hard to part--it is hard for the mother to see the child of her bosom torn from her for ever; it is cruel that sisters should be severed: it is a harsh sentence for the world to give, that of such a separation as this.

These, O ye loving hearts, are the penalties of love! Those that are content to love must always be content to pay them.
'Go, mamma, go,' said Gertrude; 'dearest, best, sweetest mother--my own, own mother; go, Linda, darling Linda.

Give my kindest love to Harry--Charley, you and Harry will be good to mamma, I know you will.