Part 47 (1/2)

There is no need forthe events that took place when _he_ ith ave, has escaped my memory This much I may set down here

Alas! the shadow of the African forest fell deeply and darkly upon er than other women, or weaker? I know not Yet I can be caler and weaker; so weak thatthat I can hide it

I will begin fro ho the man was and what he hom I had for er ringing in_Vishnu_, where Despard laid down to die How is it that his very na to hi was my father--and my mother who? And who ah I ahter My soul is myself, and life on earth can not last forever Hereafter I may stand where that et the first sight which I had of my father, who before I saw him had become to me as abhorrent as a demon! I came up in the coach to the door of the Hall and looked out On the broad piazza there were two

The one as standing was somewhat elderly, with a broad, fat face, which expressed nothing in particular but vulgar good-nature He was dressed in black; and looked like a serious butler, or perhaps stillministers who at er, not over thirty He was thin, and looked pale from dissipation His face was covered with spots, his eyes were gray, his eyelashes white He was se pipe, and a tumbler of some kind of drink stood on the stone pavement at his feet He stared at me between the puffs of his pipe, and neither moved nor spoke

If I had not already tasted the bitterness of despair I should have tasted it as I saw thesetold me that they were ht--the memory of Despard's words came back--and if it had been possible to have felt any tender natural affection for them, this recollection would have destroyed it

”I wish to see Mr Potts,” said I, coldly

My father stared at me

”I'm Mr Potts,” he answered

”I am Beatrice,” said I; ”I have just arrived from China”

By this tiot out and walked up on the piazza

”Johnnie,” exclai of this?”

”Gad, I don't know,” returned John, with a puff of smoke

”Didn't you say she was drowned off the African coast?”

”I saw so in the newspapers”

”Didn't you tellher fro wrecked with all on board?”

”Yes, but then there was a girl that escaped”

”Oh ho!” saidwhistle ”I didn't know that”

He turned and looked at irl, are you?” said he at last

”I ahter,” I answered

I saw him look at John, inked in return

He walked up and down for a few ain