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I wonder which she really prizes most: your ornate attentions, or the uncouth homage of those sailors, who are always running to fetch her rings and blocks when she makes a wild shot. I believe I don't care and shouldn't disapprove of her preference, whichever it was." Staniford frowned before he added: "But I object to Hicks and his drolleries.
"I am glad you like them," replied Hicks, with sullen apprehension of the offensive tone. Staniford turned to Lydia. "I suppose that in South Bradfield your Sabbath is over at sundown on Sunday evening." "That used to be the custom," answered the girl. "I've heard my grandfather tell of it." "Oh, yes," interposed Captain Jenness. "They used to keep Saturday night down our way, too.
Erwin draped the singular facts of the acquaintance and courtship of Lydia and Staniford were what unfailingly astonished and amused him, and he abetted them without scruple. He found her worldliness as innocent as the unworldliness of Lydia, and he gave Mrs.
I fancy we can preserve her unconsciousness intact." "Staniford, this is like you," said his friend, with glistening eyes. "I had some wild notion of the kind myself, but I'm so glad you spoke of it first." "Well, never mind," responded Staniford. "We must make her feel that there is nothing irregular or uncommon in her being here as she is.
Staniford smiled at this expression of the captain's despair, but the captain did not smile. "Why, she was as pretty as a bird. Well, there I was. It was no time then to back out. The old man wouldn't understood. Besides, there was the young lady herself, and she seemed so forlorn and helpless that I kind of pitied her. I thought, What if it was one of my own girls?
Staniford refused point-blank to be a party to the new enterprise, and left Dunham to his own devices at dinner, where he proposed the matter. "If you had my Persis here, now," observed Captain Jenness, "with her parlor organ, you could get along." "I wish Miss Jenness was here," said Dunham, politely. "But we must try to get on as it is.
It is certain that he said with every appearance of sincerity, "It began the moment I saw you on the wharf, there, and when I came to know my mind I kept it from you only till I could tell you here. But now I wish I hadn't! Life is too short for such a week as this." "No," said Lydia, "you acted for the best, and you are good." "I'll keep that praise till I've earned it," answered Staniford.
"Well, then, the young men of Springfield, of Keene, of Greenfield." "I can't tell. I am not acquainted there." Staniford had begun to have a disagreeable suspicion that her ready consent to walk up and down with a young man in the moonlight might have come from a habit of the kind. But it appeared that her fearlessness was like that of wild birds in those desert islands where man has never come.
"Have you come up for breath, like a mermaid?" he asked. "Not that I'm sure mermaids do." "Oh, no," said Lydia. "I think I dropped my handkerchief where we were sitting." Staniford suspected, with a sudden return to a theory of her which he had already entertained, that she had not done so.
"She is not merely and stupidly pretty!" retorted Dunham. "She never does herself justice when you are by. She can talk very well, and on some subjects she thinks strongly." "Oh, I'm sorry for that!" said Staniford. "But call me some time when she's doing herself justice." "I don't mean that she's like the women we know.
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