It will so.

I couldn't sleep easy, and you ill treated in this land of mine.

You ask him, too, Li Po." "Ah, sir," Marco laughed,--"and, Li Po, what is ill treatment to me?
Sorrow's my blood brother.

What I've suffered! Do you think I could suffer more ?" "I know, Marco, I know." "Don't you think I suffer now, sir?
Fourteen years she's dead now, the wee one who lay by my side in sleep.

And never a word and never a sign.