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with clasped hands, and eyes fast filling with tears; "tell me,—for I have never heard it,—your name?"

"By all that's holy!" cried he, rising too, and trembling, "you make my heart beat all over my body!—My name is Powel! In the name, then, of the Most High,—are you not my niece yourself?"

Juliet dropt at his feet; "Oh heavenly Providence!" she ejaculated, "you are then my poor mother's brother!" Speech now, for a considerable time, was denied to both; strong emotions, though of joy, nearly suffocated Juliet, while the Admiral sobbed over her as he pressed her in his arms.

"My girl!" he cried, when a little recovered, "my sister's daughter!—daughter of the dearest of sisters!—I have found, then, at last, something appertaining to my poor sister! You shall be dear to my soul for her sake, whatever you may be for your own. And, moreover, as to what you may have done up to this time, whereof I don't

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