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The Perils of Certain English Prisoners | Charles Dickens | |
Chapter III: The Rafts On The River |
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"Davis!" says Miss Maryon. (I am not going to say what a voice she had. I couldn't if I tried.) "I am here, Miss." "The river sounds as if it were swollen to-night." "We all think, Miss, that we are coming near the sea." "Do you believe now, we shall escape?" "I do now, Miss, really believe it." I had always said I did; but, I had in my own mind been doubtful. "How glad you will be, my good Davis, to see England again!" I have another confession to make that will appear singular. When she said these words, something rose in my throat; and the stars I looked away at, seemed to break into sparkles that fell down my face and burnt it. "England is not much to me, Miss, except as a name." "O, so true an Englishman should not say that!--Are you not well tonight, Davis?" Very kindly, and with a quick change. "Quite well, Miss." "Are you sure? Your voice sounds altered in my hearing." "No, Miss, I am a stronger man than ever. But, England is nothing to me." Miss Maryon sat silent for so long a while, that I believed she had done speaking to me for one time. However, she had not; for by-and-by she said in a distinct clear tone: |
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