"'Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. " The course of the carpenter's meditations was here interrupted by a loud note of lamentation from the child, who, disturbed by the transfer, and not receiving the gentle solace to which he was ordinarily accustomed, raised his voice to the utmost, and exerted his feeble strength to escape. She hesitated, and for a moment thought of omitting her second verse altogether. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. No, not one little bit. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness. All at once Melusine remembered Pottiswick, and the errand he had run. ‘If the boy had sense enough to send word to Gerald as he was told to do, then God be praised!’ ‘Parbleu,’ broke from Melusine, as she turned on him instead.
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