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Now, so far as she was concerned, there was all the difference in the world. Although she knew that her soul was not defiled by her experience with Perigal, she had dim perceptions of the way in which men, particularly manly males, looked upon such happenings.
Paddy Fitzgerald was a case in point, but a more amusing fellow and better messmate never lived. The ship was again almost ready for sea. Perigal, who had got leave, came on board, looking very sad at having had again to part from his wife. Spellman and Grey joined the next day. There had been no changes in our berth. Perigal ought certainly to have been promoted, but he was not.
The more he had against him, the more necessary it was for those who liked him to make allowance for flaws in his disposition. Kindly encouragement might do much where censure had failed. Days passed without Mavis seeing more of Perigal. His indifference to her existence hurt the little vanity that she possessed.
At other times, she would be consumed by a passion for annihilating all thoughts and considerations for self in her relations with Perigal; she was urged by every fibre in her body to merge her being with his.
H. Perigal, had commenced the attack a few years earlier. Of course, the gist of the argument against the moon's rotation lies in the fact that the moon always keeps the same face turned towards the earth, or very nearly so.
"Come at last! hurrah! well, it will make my dear wife happy," were the first words the delighted Perigal could utter. I honoured him for them. Faithful and honest, he was a true sailor. I afterwards had the pleasure of meeting his young wife, and she was worthy of all the eulogiums he had delighted when absent to pass on her.
When dinner was over, Mavis had hardly reached the drawing-room with the women-folk, when Lady Ludlow pounced upon her. "I've been so anxious to meet you," she declared. "You're one of the lucky ones." "Since when am I lucky?" asked Mavis. "Since your father died and you had to earn your living till you were married. Old Jimmy Perigal told me all about it. You're to be envied."
It's having to look after one's property which keeps people alert and up to the mark, and, therefore, those who're the cause of this fitness have their uses. No, my dear Mavis, evil is a necessary ingredient of the body politic, and if it were abolished to-morrow the race would go to 'pot." Perigal said more to the same effect.
But about what we were saying: then, I quite thought old Perigal a pig for saying that about women; now, I know he's absolutely right." "Absolutely wrong." "Eh!" "Absolutely wrong. It's the other way about. It's men who're worthless, not poor women; and they don't care what they drag us down to so long as they get their own ends," cried Mavis. "Nonsense!" he commented.
Then she and Harold fell to talking of Melkbridge and Montague Devitt; presently of Victoria. "I hope she was kind to you at Melkbridge," said Harold. "Very," declared Mavis, saying what was untrue. "Dear Vic is a little disappointing. I'm always reproaching myself I don't love her more than I do. Have you ever met the man she married?" "Mr. Perigal? I've met him," replied Mavis.
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