\'An\'whoknowsbutwhatit\'strue？\'
Theinstantthesewordshadcomeoutofhislipshecouldhavebittenhistongueoff。Andyetafterwardsitwasasortofbalmtohisconsciencethathehadsospoken。
\'Whatnonsense，Philip！\'saidhisaunt;\'why，thesefearsomeshipswerefarouto\'sightwhenhewentaway，goodgowi\'him，andSylviejustgettingo\'erhertroublesonicely，andevenmymasterwentonfortosayifthey\'dgettenholdonhim，hewerenotachaptostaywi\'\'em;he\'dgi\'enproofsonhishatredto\'em，timeon。Heeitherha\'madeoff——an\'thensureenoughweshouldha\'heerdonhimsomehow——themCorneysisfullonhimstillandthey\'veadealtowi\'hisfolkbeyondNewcassel——or，asmymastersays，hewerejustt\'chaptohangordrownhissel，soonernordoaughtagainsthiswill。\'
\'WhatdidSylviesay？\'askedPhilip，inahoarselowvoice。
\'Say？why，a\'shecouldsaywastoburstoutcrying，andafterabit，shejustrepeatedherfeyther\'swords，andsaidanyhowhewasdead，forhe\'dniverlivetogotoseawi\'apress—gang。Sheknowedhimtoowellforthat。Thouseesshethinksadealonhimforaspiritedchap，ascandowhathewill。Ibelie\'meshefirstbegantothinkonhimtimeo\'t\'