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"But, madam, your steamer seems to be on the point of starting," suggested Mr. Lowington, as the Orlando rang her bell, and whistled violently.
"I cannot help it," replied the lady, apparently taking no notice of the steamer. "I came over here on a pleasure excursion, and now I feel as though I had lost my son."