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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: Amyas? Well," he said aloud to himself, "as I am a sinful saint,
if I hadn't seen where the voice came from, I could have sworn it
was her; just as we taught her to sing it by the river there, I and
William Penberthy of Marazion, my good comrade. The Lord have
mercy on me!"
All were silent as the grave whenever Yeo made any allusion to that
lost child. Ayacanora only, pleased with Amyas's commendation,
went humming on to herself--
"And heave, my mariners all, O!"
Yeo started up from the gun where he sat.
"I can't abear it! As I live, I can't! You, Indian maiden, where
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