"What," cried the young lady, "can be the end of this poor creature's life?"
"What!" repeated the girl. "Look before you, lady. Look at that dark water. How many times do you read of such as we who spring into the tide, and leave no living thing to care for or bewail them. It may be years hence, or it may be only months, but I shall come to that at last."
"Do not speak thus, pray," returned the young lady, sobbing.
"It will never reach your ears, dear lady, and God forbid such horrors should!"—replied the girl. "Good night, good night."
The gentleman turned away.
"This purse," cried the young lady. "Take it for my sake, that you may have some resource in an hour of need and trouble."
"No, no," replied the girl. "I have not done this for money. Let me have that to think of. And yet—give me something that you have worn: I should like to have something—no, no, not a ring—your gloves or handkerchief—anything that I can keep as having
