The pilot: a tale of the sea. By J. Fenimore Cooper.

sha.,ri oe:'evilg, extenlded at his lenth f alon:o:'; the
naketttd tboads, and butlried in (t deelt sle.ep. So
timted twe rettt (t steps lis o i ( fts ites, and so noiseless was their e trance tihat they aqipproahetld e,,eti
to his side wNithout d(istui',)intr his slutnberts.'lie
head of the prisoner laty irtfdely pillttowed ont a hitlet of' wood, one hand Itrotectitn:g his tface f'rot its
rough surft e, ani thle otitet t hl'ust itito h~is itoso. t,'hcrt-.er it rested(I, ithl a relasxed girasp, o() the hait.
fie of' a dirk. A ltlotigh he slept, and that eavi y,
vet his rest was unaturar ald peit'ttrt'hed. this
b~reathilt' wa\\s hl8ard and q(uick, and soinethingt like
the low, rapid murutri nglt tts of a t'ontisttstd tttettrtace
mingled with his respiration.'h'!e momelnt iead
now arrived \vhntl the chartactert of' (Cecilia'lowarv(l
att)tpear'ed to Ittder,() tll (aent.ire ehanl e.'i:ti.'(fto
she htad beet n leid hbv her c.ousit, whose atiitv a
ei:terprise seetid to qualify hert' so well i'tr the
office of gtidte h inut now she advaneed }.)tfire Kerit e, it and, extendingt her ltatrt inl s1uch t a mtanmerm' as to thrmow thle lightlt across the faCZ.I.e of th}e
sleepet', s}e beitt to extaminit his cou.ntenance, with
keetl tand anxious 1 eyes.; A t!igt\t?' whisp}ere( her cousin.
N Mfavtx (.otl, in his infinite euoMptIssion, pity t'andi
protet hift i im" inmtrimutiredt C.:ctilia tIt: wh}ole f't'anmc
imx emol:ta iif, slhud(dring, as the.ttonv'ieftion tihat she
be}t ehd (I frittitt flashed acioss ]it e it' ind. Yes,
i (thein' it is lie and )presumt pt uouis madness leas
driven Itin here. Buit time ptresses~ he. must he
awakened('t aAnd his eselpe efiteeted at every ha"NaVy 1) t, l elay no longer bult rouse himt'
firon his sleep. "
": ('::ri flith!':idward ( dlrii th P't said s the Sof't tones
of (Cec Tilia, (':tifiith, awake t'
Yourtt cll is useless, ftbr' tey Sleef) nightly