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"True, child, you speak the truth, yet my heart tells me that we cannot trust to friendship now, seeing that this quarrel has grown so bitter." He was sorry to say this, for he felt that every word he uttered was like a dagger at the heart of Morgianna. After a painful silence, the old, white-haired seaman added, "Forgive me, Morgianna; but I am an old man, and I may not look at things as you do.
"Captain, do ye remember the little girl at Mariana five years ago, the one yersilf and the Englishman were about to break heads over?" "You mean Morgianna Lane, Terrence?" "To be sure I do. I saw the swate craythur not two months since." Fernando, who was anything but sleepy, asked: "Where did you see her, Terrence?" "In Baltimore.
Finally the promontory was gained, and in a quiet little cove Fernando beached his boat and, springing out, took the small, white hand of Morgianna and assisted her to the dry sands, so gallantly that her dainty little slippered foot did not touch the water. Then the whole party ascended the hill to the opposite side of the promontory where the sea was beating furiously.
Fernando carried a robe and some wraps for Morgianna, and he conducted her to a sheltered spot below the first ledge of rocks, where he spread a robe for her to sit on, and then, with loving fingers that thrilled with each touch, adjusted the wraps about her shapely little shoulders.
He offers you a place on board that vessel where he says you will be safe. Do you accept it?" "No!" she answered, stamping one little slippered foot on the floor. Then going to the captain's side, she laid her head on his shoulder and said: "My father will protect me; I want no other protection." "Morgianna," began the baffled lieutenant, "I would like a word with you in private "
I have no right to expect it of you, I know; but I ask it because I love you, and I shall treasure the slightest word from you all through my life. Morgianna, dearest, have you nothing to say to me?" No, nothing. Morgianna was a coquette by nature, and a spoilt child. She had no notion of being carried off by storm in this way. Fernando had no business to be going away.
"Who are you?" "If you will keep my secret, I will tell you all." Morgianna, as fond of mischief as Terrence, agreed to do so, and he told her everything. She laughed until the tears coursed down her pretty cheeks. She said it was a good joke and as soon as she got home, she would tell her papa and he would, she knew, enjoy it. "But you must not drink any more wine," she added.
He was once more on the sands of Mariana. He saw the great white stone house on the hill and the form of Morgianna descending toward the seashore. He knew he had been gone for years, was conscious that their parting had been unpleasant, and yet her appearance seemed to inspire his heart with hope.
What had occasioned this change? "Morgianna, do you not love me?" She bowed her head and wept. "What is amiss?" She pointed to her once beautiful home, and he discovered that it was in flames. Painted demons, whose yells seemed to make the earthquake, were dancing about the blazing, crackling building. Then wild cheers came from the ocean, with the boom of a cannon.
"I found her at sea when she was a baby, too young to speak or remember anything of herself." "Captain Lane, do you mind telling me all about the finding of her?" The captain did not, and proceeded to tell him the story of Morgianna, which the reader already knows. St.
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