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After the fourth or fifth trip the players began to laugh. Dic's heart was doing a tremendous business, and he felt that life would be worthless if the handkerchief should fall from Rita's hand behind any one but him. Meanwhile the frightened girl walked round and round the circle, growing more confused with every trip. "Drop it, Rita," cried Doug Hill, "or you'll drop."
I felt afraid lest I should forget myself some time and tell her all that was in my heart craving to be told, for something kept whispering to me that, if I did, I might lose her altogether. Rita's lessons went on apace. Twice a week she came over in the evenings for instruction.
She took the oars and, with the swift easy strokes, full of power and artistic grace, which I had noticed the first time I saw her on the water, she pulled out to the west of Rita's Isle. Her hair was hanging negligently, in loose, wavy curls, over her shoulders. Her dimpled arms and her neck were bared to the sunshine.
Monte Irvin, although considerably Rita's senior, had much to commend him in the eyes of the girl and in the eyes of her mother, who still retained a curious influence over her daughter. He was much more wealthy than Pyne, and although the latter was a baronet, Irvin was certain to be knighted ere long, so that Rita would secure the appendage of "Lady" in either case.
When I find anything on the table, I know Rita's been. I've knowed Rita since she was a baby and I've always knowed her for a good gal." "Well, Jake; I will keep your secret as if I had never heard it. But don't allow that drunken chum of yours, Mike, to lead you astray." "Guess nit! Mike's got to sign the pledge same's me," he laughed in his guttural way. I stood at the door.
Before she could reply he fully understood, and a wave of just anger swept over him. "Old woman, you know you lie!" he cried. "I revere the tips of Rita's fingers, and no unholy thought of her has ever entered my mind. I insult her! You boast of your mother's love. You have no love for her of any sort.
Rita's face glowed with excitement. "Oh, Marm Prudence," she cried; "how glorious! Oh, what fortune, what joy, to be here with you! We will work together; we will toil; our blood shall flow in fountains, if it is needed. Embrace me, mother of Cuba!" Marm Prudence put on her spectacles, and surveyed the excited girl with some anxiety. "Let me feel your pult, dear!" she said, soothingly.
Next forenoon, a tug blew her whistle and put into the Bay, coming-to on the far side of Rita's Isle. A little later, as I stood behind the counter writing up some fresh orders to the wholesalers, to replenish my dwindling stock, a dinghy, with one man at the oars and another sitting in the stern, appeared round the Island and pointed straight for the wharf.
Billy Little, I want to thank you you must let me tell you what I think, or I'll burst." "Burst, then," returned Billy. "I'd rather be kicked than thanked. I knew how Rita and you would feel, or I should not have given you the ring. Do you suppose I would have parted with it because of a small motive? Have you told the Chief Justice?" "No; she will learn when she sees the ring on Rita's finger."
The days that followed were merry ones at Fernley House. Mr. Montfort insisted on treating both the young Cubans as his nephews, and found them, as he said, very pleasant lads. Carlos had something of Rita's fire, but with it a good share of common sense that kept him from folly. Fernando was a mild and gentle youth, with nothing passionate about him save his moustache, which curled with ferocity.
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