23/25 Then, the sea fell, and the dying voice made another feeble effort, and then the sea rose high, and beat its life out, and lashed the roof, and surged among the arches, and pierced the heights of the great tower; and then the sea was dry, and all was still. 'You have not been sent for ?' 'Not at all, not at all. I have been to my pretty ward's, and am now homeward bound again.' 'You found her thriving ?' 'Blooming indeed. |