Then the sailors exerted all their strength, as if to show the beautiful young girl what they were capable of in their trade.

The gondola, obeying the impulse given it by the oarsmen, bounded forward under each stroke of the oars, and gracefully poised itself on the waves caused by its rapid passage.
Complete silence reigned in the gondola; the sailors looked with timid admiration upon the beautiful countenance of the young girl.

Mary, with downcast eyes, was persuading herself that Geronimo's uncle would undoubtedly consent to their union.

The young man was absorbed in thought, and yielded by turns to joy, hope, and fear.

Mr.Van de Werve contemplated the city, and seemed to enjoy the magnificent spectacle presented by Antwerp when seen at a distance, and which, with its lofty towers and splendid edifices, rose from the river like another Venice.
Suddenly Geronimo rose and pointed in the distance, exclaiming, joyously, "See, the _Il Salvatore!_" Mary, glancing around, eagerly asked: "Where?
Is it the vessel bearing a red cross on its flag ?" "No, Mary, it is behind the ships of war; it is that large vessel with three masts--on its flag is a picture of the Saviour: _Il Salvatore_." While the gondola rapidly sped on its way, the eyes of all were fixed upon the galley, in order, if possible, to distinguish the features of those who stood on deck.
Suddenly Geronimo clapped his hands, exclaiming, "God be praised! I see my uncle." "Which is he ?" inquired Mr.Van de Werve.
The young man replied, joyously: "Do you not see standing on the forecastle five or six passengers who wear parti-colored dresses, with plumed hats?
In the midst of them is a man of lofty stature, completely enveloped in a brown cloak.