"That's worse yet; the chains are breaking your heart, Jube."
"No, I like 'em; they're a sort of company."
"Company!"
"Yes; when I'm all alone in the daytime, you know, I can jingle tunes with 'em."
"It's awful music, Jube; my heart trembles when I hear it. Besides, I cannot get close to you, the iron keeps me off."
"Just creep up to this side, little master, and lean against my shoulder; the feel of you gives me heart."
Paul crept close to his friend, and passed one arm over his chest as his cheek rested on the shoulder turned lovingly for its reception.
"How the water beats and roars," said Paul, clinging close to his friend; "it sounds like that night."
"Yes, I've been listening to it all day; sometimes it seems close, too, as if it would leap in and tear me to pieces; but that is when you are not here."
"How it moans, Jube!"