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He could not resist the attraction of the kitchen, for was not Maggie his old playmate and the sister of Dora? Sure, there was no harm at all in a fellow's goin' to see, just once a week, the sister of his swateheart, when the ocean kept him from seein' his swateheart herself.
"''Pon me whurd, Garnett, sez he, 'I do belave your own mother is comin' aboard to visit ye but no, maybe it's yer swateheart, fer ye have an uncommon quare taste, ye know. B' th' saints, ye ware always a bold one fer th' ladies. "We ware lying in th' next berth, not twenty feet away, an' from where I sat on th' rail I cud hear thim talk an' see what was a-goin' on.
I suppose me old swateheart," he added, as he stooped down and patted the head of his horse, "that ye've been living so high here for two or three days that ye're too fat to be good for anything. Come, up wid ye, ye old spalpeen!"
"Yis, sor. She had oneasy nights, like, an' would be off downstairs at the foist peep o' day. She brooded too much over the papers, I'm feared; though 'twas natural to read av the divils who killed her kin and swateheart in France." "Did Julie ever speak to you of Mr. Spencer?" "Wance or twice, maybe," admitted Rosa reluctantly. "Did she ever meet Mr. Spencer away from the house?" "Niver, sor."
The copperskins robbed me of a prize I'll never git agin, long afore you'd ever seen one of the infarnal beings." "Was she a swateheart?" "Never mind never mind; it'll do no good to speak of it now. She's gone that's enough." "How do you know she can't be got agin, whin " "She was tomahawked afore my eyes ain't that enough?" demanded the trapper, indignantly.
But if Andy had been a man accustomed to analyze his feelings he might have inquired how it came that he liked his swateheart's sister better even than his swateheart herself. One evening he had a letter from Dora, and he thought to cheer Margaret with good news from home. But she would not be cheered. "Now what's the matter, Mag?" Andy said coaxingly. "Don't that fellow in Larne write to ye?"
Bless your heart, no; but getting as tired of one swateheart as a pig of brewer's grain. Constant? Chut! When the like of that sort is away foreign, he lays up of the first girl he comes foul of." The girl laughed, and shook her head bravely, but the tears were beginning to trickle from her eyes, and the hand that held the flowers was trembling. "Don't listen to the man, my dear," said Pete.
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