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When he had got a hand of Lydia's and one of Staniford's in each of his, with his wrists crossed, he said, "Now, I ain't one to tack round, and stand off and on a great deal, but what I want to say is just this: the Aroostook sails next week, and if you two are a mind to go back in her, the ship's yours, as I said to Miss Blood, here, I mean Mis' Staniford; well, I hain't had much time to get used to it! when she first come aboard there at Boston.
"But how do you account for her being so well dressed?" "Oh, that's instinct. You find it everywhere. In every little village there is some girl who knows how to out-preen all the others. I wonder," added Staniford, in a more deeply musing tone, "if she kept from laughing at you out of good feeling, or if she was merely overawed by your splendor."
Yet his doom lifted him above his low conditions, and made him tragic; his despair gave him the dignity of a mysterious expiation, and set him apart with all those who suffer beyond human help. Without deceiving himself as to the quality of the man, Staniford felt awed by the darkness of his fate. "Can't you try somehow to stand up against it, and fight it off? You're so young yet, it can't "
"In other words," said Staniford, after Dunham had reported the whole case to him, "she treated your hurt vanity as if you had been her pet schoolboy. She lured you away from yourself, and got you to talking and thinking of other things. Lurella is deep, I tell you. What consummate tacticians the least of women are!
Dunham disappeared not long afterwards; and Staniford's vague hope that Lydia might be going on deck to watch the lights of the town die out behind the ship as they sailed away was disappointed. The second mate made a point of lounging near him where he sat alone in their wonted place. "Well," he said, "he did come back sober." "Yes," said Staniford.
"Ah, here's my familiar scrawl " He stopped suddenly, and walked away to the window, where he stood with his back to Dunham. "Staniford! What is it?" "It's it's my letter to her" said Staniford, without looking round. "Your letter to Miss Blood not gone?" Staniford, with his face still from him, silently nodded. "Oh!" moaned Dunham, in self-forgetful compassion. "How could it have happened?"
"I didn't mean anything. It was merely the guilty consciousness of a generally disagreeable person." They walked up and down many turns without saying anything. She could not have made any direct protest, and it pleased him that she could not frame any flourishing generalities. "Yes," Staniford resumed, "I will try to see you as I pass through Venice.
I wish I wish at least you wouldn't avoid her, Staniford. That's all. Any little attention from you I know it bores you would not only break the loneliness, but it would explain that that my attentions didn't ah hadn't meant anything." "Oh!" "Yes; that it's common to offer them. And she's a girl of so much force of character that when she sees the affair in its true light I suppose I'm to blame!
It was clear that she did not sentimentalize Hicks's case; and Staniford had some doubt as to the value she set upon what he had done, even now she had recognized it. He said, "I think you overestimate my service to him, possibly. I dare say the boat could have picked him up in good time." "Yes, that's what the captain and Mr. Watterson and Mr. Mason all said," assented Lydia.
Dunham had thought they ought to get something to give Lydia as a souvenir of their voyage; it was part of his devotion to young ladies to offer them little presents; but Staniford overruled him, and said there should be nothing of the kind. They agreed to be out of the way when her uncle came, and they said good-by after dinner. She came on deck to watch them ashore.
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