43/51 I should only fling myself into the salt sea if I left him now, and that would be peace to me, but a grief to thee." "Lordsake, Phoebe, don't talk so. And do but think, why, the horses are on board by now, and all the gear. It's my belief a good hiding is all you want, to bring you to your senses; but I han't the heart to give you one, worse luck. Blessed if I know what to say or do." "I won't go!" cried Phoebe, turning violent all of a sudden. |