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'How do you fare to feel about it, Mas'r Davy?' he inquired at length. ¡¡¡¡'I think that she is living,' I replied. ¡¡¡¡'I doen't know. Maybe the first shock was too rough, and in the wildness of her art -! That there blue water as she used to speak on. Could she have thowt o' that so many year, because it was to be her grave!' ¡¡¡¡He said this, musing, in a low, frightened voice; and walked across the little room. ¡¡¡¡'And yet,' he added, 'Mas'r Davy, I have felt so sure as she was living - I have know'd, awake and sleeping, as it was so trew that I should find her - I have been so led on by it, and held up by it - that I doen't believe I can have been deceived. No! Em'ly's alive!' ¡¡¡¡He put his hand down firmly on the table, and set his sunburnt face into a resolute expression. ¡¡¡¡'My
oil painting niece, Em'ly, is alive, sir!' he said, steadfastly. 'I doen't know wheer it comes from, or how 'tis, but I am told as she's alive!' ¡¡¡¡He looked almost like a man inspired, as he said it. I waited for a few moments, until he could give me his undivided attention; and then proceeded to explain the precaution, that, it had occurred to me last night, it would be wise to take. ¡¡¡¡'Now, my dear friend -'I began. ¡¡¡¡'Thankee, thankee, kind sir,' he said, grasping my hand in both of his. ¡¡¡¡'If she should make her way to London, which is likely - for where could she lose herself so readily as in this vast city; and what would she wish to do, but lose and hide herself, if she does not go home? -'