For this brief
separation, however, he was amply repaid when, on the morrow, his
sister, who went with him on board the vessel, placed in his hand
at parting a daguerreotype, which she told him not to open till
she was gone. He obeyed, and while Dora in his sister's home was
weeping that he had left them, he in his state-room was gazing
rapturously on a fair young face, which, looking out from its
handsome casing, would speak to him many a word of comfort when he
was afar on the lonely sea.
CHAPTER XVIII.
MR. HASTINGS IN INDIA.
It was night again in Calcutta, and in the same room where we
first found him was Nathaniel Deane--not alone this time, for
standing before him was a stranger--"an American," he called
himself, and the old East Indiaman, when he heard that word,
grasped again the hand of his unknown guest, whose face he
curiously scanned to see if before he had looked upon it. But he
had not, and pointing him to a chair, he too sat down to hear his
errand. Wishing to know something of the character of the
individual he had come so far to see, Mr.
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