Leila at Home: a continuation of Leila in EnglandTytler, Ann Fraser
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Leila at Home: a continuation of Leila in England
Tytler, Ann Fraser
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Country life -- Juvenile fiction; Cousins -- Juvenile fiction
Anxious to see the captain of the Victoria, and if possible to obtain
more intelligence, Mr. Howard, on the following morning, again went to
London, but to his disappointment found that the vessel had sailed on
her downward passage a few hours before. A gentleman came into the
office while he was there to inquire for one of his trunks which was
missing, and Mr. Howard found he had been a passenger in the Victoria.
He said he had been much at sea, but had only once before been out in a
similar storm; that their escape had been most providential, as several
vessels near them had been driven on shore. The frightful accident which
had taken place had thrown a heavy gloom on all; their being unable to
render any assistance had been heart-rending; it was a moment, he said,
he never could forget, but the darkness of the night and the violence of
the storm had rendered all attempts impossible. Not half an hour after
the wind had fallen in some degree for a short time, and a boat had put
off from the shore; some of the passengers had taken advantage of this,
and had left the vessel; but it seemed to him as if no boat could live
in such a sea, and he had, after some hesitation, resolved to abide by
the ship.
Leila listened in breathless agitation. “And Peggy, papa, and Dash? did
he say nothing of them?”
“He spoke of Dash, my love, with much regret; he said he was a most
noble animal. He seemed not to be aware to whom it belonged.”
Leila sighed heavily. “A most noble animal; yes, he was noble, every
body loved Dash.” Then taking her papa’s hand, she looked anxiously up
in his face, and said, “Dash could swim so well; do you think, papa,
there is any----” She stopped.
“Any hope, you would say, my love; I fear, Leila, we must not trust to
it, but the same idea struck me, and before I left town I wrote an
advertisement, fully describing Dash, and giving our address; and this I
sent to the ‘Times’ newspaper office.”
“Oh, thank you, thank you, dear papa,” and she hastily walked to the
window and looked out. She was determined not again to give way.
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