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"
Lower
a
boat
,
"
he
called
out
.
Another
minute
and
the
boat
was
ready
.
The
two
children
of
Captain
Grant
,
Glenarvan
,
John
Mangles
,
and
Paganel
,
rushed
into
it
,
and
six
sailors
,
who
rowed
so
vigorously
that
they
were
presently
almost
close
to
the
shore
.
At
ten
fathoms
'
distance
a
piercing
cry
broke
from
Mary
's
lips
.
"
My
father
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
A
man
was
standing
on
the
beach
,
between
two
others
.
His
tall
,
powerful
form
,
and
his
physiognomy
,
with
its
mingled
expression
of
boldness
and
gentleness
,
bore
a
resemblance
both
to
Mary
and
Robert
.
This
was
indeed
the
man
the
children
had
so
often
described
.
Their
hearts
had
not
deceived
them
.
This
was
their
father
,
Captain
Grant
!
The
captain
had
heard
Mary
's
cry
,
for
he
held
out
his
arms
,
and
fell
flat
on
the
sand
,
as
if
struck
by
a
thunderbolt
.
JOY
does
not
kill
,
for
both
father
and
children
recovered
before
they
had
reached
the
yacht
.
The
scene
which
followed
,
who
can
describe
?
Language
fails
.
The
whole
crew
wept
aloud
at
the
sight
of
these
three
clasped
together
in
a
close
,
silent
embrace
.
The
moment
Harry
Grant
came
on
deck
,
he
knelt
down
reverently
.
The
pious
Scotchman
's
first
act
on
touching
the
yacht
,
which
to
him
was
the
soil
of
his
native
land
,
was
to
return
thanks
to
the
God
of
his
deliverance
.
Then
,
turning
to
Lady
Helena
and
Lord
Glenarvan
,
and
his
companions
,
he
thanked
them
in
broken
words
,
for
his
heart
was
too
full
to
speak
.
During
the
short
passage
from
the
isle
to
the
yacht
,
his
children
had
given
him
a
brief
sketch
of
the
Duncan
'S
history
.
What
an
immense
debt
he
owed
to
this
noble
lady
and
her
friends
!
From
Lord
Glenarvan
,
down
to
the
lowest
sailor
on
board
,
how
all
had
struggled
and
suffered
for
him
!
Harry
Grant
expressed
his
gratitude
with
such
simplicity
and
nobleness
,
his
manly
face
suffused
with
pure
and
sweet
emotion
,
that
the
whole
crew
felt
amply
recompensed
for
the
trials
they
had
undergone
.
Even
the
impassable
Major
himself
felt
a
tear
steal
down
his
cheek
in
spite
of
all
his
self-command
;
while
the
good
,
simple
Paganel
cried
like
a
child
who
does
not
care
who
sees
his
tears
.
Harry
Grant
could
not
take
his
eyes
off
his
daughter
.
He
thought
her
beautiful
,
charming
;
and
he
not
only
said
so
to
himself
,
but
repeated
it
aloud
,
and
appealed
to
Lady
Helena
for
confirmation
of
his
opinion
,
as
if
to
convince
himself
that
he
was
not
blinded
by
his
paternal
affection
.
