"It's so hard to remember! It is something like this! I seem to have lived for such a long time, and when I look back I can remember things that happened a very long time ago, but then there seems a gap, and everything is all misty, and it makes my head ache dreadfully to try and remember," he moaned.
"Then don't try," she said kindly.

"I'll read to you for a little time if you like, and you shall sit quite quiet." He seemed not to have heard her.

He continued presently-- "Once before I died, it was all I wanted.

Just to have heard her speak, to have seen my little girl grown into a woman, and the sea was always there, and Oom Sam would always come with that cursed rum.

Then one day came Trent and talked of money and spoke of England, and when he went away it rang for ever in my ears, and at night I heard her calling for me across the sea.