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Matson, who was not the greatest stickler for the truth, pacified her by saying she had burned up a quantity of waste papers scattered on the floor, and presumed this was among them.
She gazed at him a moment in astonishment, and then her old native mischievousness got control, and she laughed outright. His very earnestness gave the affair an air of ludicrousness. "I am in earnest, Miss Lane," said Fernando, seriously. "So I perceive," and she still laughed provokingly. "May I ask if you have not been engaged all along to Lieutenant Matson?" "No." "When was it broken off?"
Widow Matson was a notable shrill-tongued woman, from whom two long suffering husbands had obtained what might, under the circumstances, be well called a comfortable release. She was neat and tidy almost to a fault, thrifty and industrious, and, barring her scolding propensity, was a pattern housekeeper.
And I believe he is now gone to Matson in a funk." After that they fell upon politics. I knew that Mr. Fox was already near the head of the King's party, and that he had just received a substantial reward at his Majesty's hands; and I went not far to guess that every one of these easy-going, devil-may-care macaronies was a follower or sympathizer with Lord North's policy.
"I mean Lieutenant Matson." "Not as I know of." "Did you see him after we left Mariana?" "Yes." "When?" "Only six days before we were captured by Decatur. We touched at the Canary Islands, and the Xenophon was there. He came aboard our vessel." "Did he recognize you?" "No," Sukey answered. "Had he known me he wouldn't a-talked with a common sailor." "Was he married then?"
"Father, you talk so strangely; what do you mean?" "I knew all along, my child, that you loved him; but Lieutenant Matson is a bad one, even if he is the son of my old friend. I could see the devil glinting in his eyes, and the mock of his smile, when he met the young Ohioan here five years ago.
Notwithstanding the advice of Terrence, Fernando could not help turning his eyes from the lieutenant to watch the figure of his retiring friend. At last he stopped a second or two elapsed he wheeled rapidly around. Fernando now turned his eyes toward his antagonist. Lieutenant Matson was a slender man, and when he turned his right side toward Fernando, he was not much thicker than a rail.
He said William Matson was really a man named Sam Baker who'd disappeared from his home in upstate New York ten years ago. We went down to see him and found him sitting in a chair with his throat cut." "You've been involved in a murder and you didn't say a single, solitary word " "Rhoda! I said I was sorry." "I didn't see anything about it in the papers.
In a short time the crowd dispersed, and Lieutenant Matson landed, entered the carriage and was driven to the house of Captain Lane. From the street, Fernando, with bitter feelings in his heart, saw the carriage ascend the hill. He turned about and entered the tavern, went to his room and shut himself up.
"She will do it, Matson," he said, speaking to his first lieutenant. "God grant she may," answered the officer. On she flew. The sea dashed in masses of foam high above the dark rocks which formed the extremity of the reef. On, on, she stood. A few seconds almost would decide her fate. Many an eye glanced over the lee-bulwarks. The water washed up through the scuppers, and rose high on deck.
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