Chapter XXII.—The Lost Found.

Peter, therefore, took her by the hand, and led her to the boat.  But I, when I saw him leading the woman by the hand, laughed, and approaching, offered to lead her instead of him, to his honour.  But as soon as I touched her hand, she gave a motherly shout, and embraced me violently, and eagerly kissed me as her son.  But I, being ignorant of the whole affair, shook her off as a madwoman.  But, through my respect for Peter, I checked myself.