Frederick Marryat,
Newton Forster; Or, The Merchant Service
“ The words were not spoken; yet Isabel divined his thoughts, appreciated his forbearance, and loved him more for his resolution.“Isabel,” said Newton, at length, with a sigh, “I never valued or wished for wealth till now. Till this hour I never felt the misery of being poor.”“I believe you, Mr Forster; and I am grateful, as I know that it is for my sake that you feel it; but,” continued she, recovering herself, “crying will do no good. I asked you for your advice, and you have only given me your arm.”“I am afraid it is all I shall ever have to offer,” replied Newton. ”
