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The
eyes
of
both
were
fixed
upon
the
spot
indicated
by
the
sailor
,
and
on
the
blue
line
separating
the
sky
from
the
Mediterranean
Sea
,
they
perceived
a
large
white
sail
.
"
Gone
,
"
said
Morrel
;
"
gone
!
--
adieu
,
my
friend
--
adieu
,
my
father
!
"
"
Gone
,
"
murmured
Valentine
;
"
adieu
,
my
sweet
Haidee
--
adieu
,
my
sister
!
"
"
Who
can
say
whether
we
shall
ever
see
them
again
?
"
said
Morrel
with
tearful
eyes
.
"
Darling
,
"
replied
Valentine
,
"
has
not
the
count
just
told
us
that
all
human
wisdom
is
summed
up
in
two
words
?
--
'
Wait
and
hope
.
'
"