Excerpt: "How the wind is rising!" said Rosamond.-"God help the poor people at sea to-night!" Her brother Godfrey smiled.-"One would think," said he, "that she had an argosy of lovers at sea, uninsured." "You gentlemen," replied Rosamond, "imagine that ladies are always thinking of lovers." "Not always," said Godfrey; "only when they show themselves particularly disposed to humanity." "My humanity, on the present occasion, cannot even be suspected," said Rosamond; "for you know, alas! that I have no lover at sea or land."

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