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About midnight, my companion's bowels being disordered, he got up, in order to go backward, but in his return, mistaking one door for another, entered Weazel's chamber, and without any hesitation went to bed to his wife, who was fast asleep, the captain being at another end of the room groping for some empty vessel, in lieu of his own chamberpot, which was leaky: as he did not perceive Strap coming in, he went towards his own bed, after having found a convenience; but no sooner did he feel a rough head, covered with a cotton nightcap, than it came into his mind that he had mistaken Miss Jenny's bed instead of his own, and that the head he felt was that of some gallant, with whom she had made an assignation.
To Heine came Marx and his beautiful bride. One may speculate as to Jenny's estimate of her husband. Since his boyhood, she had not seen him very much. At that time he was a merry, light-hearted youth, a jovial comrade, and one of whom any girl would be proud.
They have driven me away, because they thought I meant to harm you. But he said nothing wrong was in his heart, and asked me to pray for him, as he would need my prayers." At this part of her narrative, Jenny wept bitterly, and her auditor's eyes became dim also. Satisfied that Jenny's story was true in every particular, Mr. Lofton spoke kindly to her and sent her home.
He was not particularly fond of sailing; he greatly approved of Jenny's cooking; everything had been unusually comfortable and to his mind until Sylvia's foolish move upset everything and everybody. It was with reluctance that he accompanied Edna this morning, but her earnestness would not be gainsaid.
But to Jenny's ears the exquisite wifeliness of the last verse was fuller of pain than all the rest, "Meantime I bless thee. By these thoughts of mine I bless thee from all such! I bless thy lamp to oil, thy cup to wine, Thy hearth to joy, thy hand to an equal touch Of loyal troth. For me, I love thee not, I love thee not! away! There's no more courage in my soul to say 'Look in my face and see."
When she came thus to feel deeply she knew as if by instinct that Emmy, irritable unsatisfied Emmy, was as much superior to Alf as she herself was superior to him. A wave of arrogance swept her. Because he was a man, and therefore so delectable in the lives of two lonely girls, he was basely sure of his power to choose from among them at will. He had no such power at that moment, in Jenny's mind.
Beauchamp knew her too well. Moreover, though tongue-tied as to love-making, he was in a hurry to be married. Jenny's eyes were lovely, her smiles were soft; the fair promise of her was in bloom on her face and figure. He could not wait; he must off to the parson.
'Jenny Williams? 'The one! I had it from her. And how she loves her darling Miss Adiante! She won't hear of "princess." She hates that marriage. She was all for my brother Philip. She calls him "Our handsome lieutenant." She'll keep the poor fellow a subaltern all his life. 'You went to Jenny's inn? 'The Earlsfont Arms, I went to. And Mrs. Jenny at the door, watching the rain.
I shall never get all through in five minutes, that I fear and the thing I hope is, that your worships and reverences are not offended if you are, depend upon't I'll give you something, my good gentry, next year to be offended at that's my dear Jenny's way but who my Jenny is and which is the right and which the wrong end of a woman, is the thing to be concealed it shall be told you in the next chapter but one to my chapter of Button-holes and not one chapter before.
Yet what could he have done in face of the direct assault? "Must be a gentleman." He could hardly have said, before Emmy: "No, it's you I want!" He began to think about Emmy. She was all right a quiet little piece, and all that. But she hadn't got Jenny's cheek! That was it! Jenny had got the devil's own cheek, and this was an example of it. But this was an unwelcome example of it.
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