Chapter 693 of 1964 · 70 words · ~1 min read

XIX.

"On the rough deep. But this last blow--" and here He stopped again, and turned away his face. "Aye," quoth his friend, "I thought it would appear That there had been a lady in the case; And these are things which ask a tender tear, Such as I, too, would shed if in your place: I cried upon my first wife's dying day, And also when my second ran away: