"Yes," repeated he, "my father is yonder! I heard his voice, and Mary did too!"
Just then Mary Grant recovered consciousness, and, looking wildly around, cried:
"My father, my father is yonder!"
The unfortunate girl arose, and, leaning over the bulwark, would have thrown herself into the sea.
"My lord! Madam!" repeated she, clasping her hands, "I tell you my father is there! I declare to you that I heard his voice issue from the waves like a despairing wail, like a last adieu!"
THE POSITIVENESS OF DISBELIEF.
The unfortunate girl arose, and, leaning over the bulwark, would have thrown herself into the sea.