Adrift in New York - Horatio Alger - Bog

"Yes, my child, I have reason to believe that I am nearing the end." "I cannot bear to hear you speak so, uncle," said Florence Linden, in irrepressible agitation. "You are not an old man. You are but fifty-four." "True, Florence, but it is not years only that make a man old. Two great sorrows have embittered my life. First, the death of my dearly beloved wife, and next, the loss of my boy, Harvey." "It is long since I have heard you refer to my cousin's loss. I thought you had become reconciled-no, I do not mean that, -I thought your regret might be less poignant." "I have not permitted myself to speak of it, but I have never ceased to think of it day and night."