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Ridgeway," the color stealing into her cheeks. Ridgeway bowed. "In the next place," she went on playfully, "you are very jealous of Mr. Veath. Tut, tut, yes you are," with a gesture of protest. "He thinks Miss Ridge is your sister, and she is not your sister. And lastly, nobody on board knows these facts but the very bright woman who is talking to you at this moment."
We're here to see the thing to the end, no matter where it is, and I don't believe in howling before we're hurt." "That's right," agreed Veath. "Possibly we're out of the course. That happens in every storm that comes up at sea." "But there are hundreds of reefs here that are not even on the chart," cried Gregory.
A man has to think for two after he's married, you see." "Quite sarcastic that. You don't think much of women, I fancy." "Not in the plural." Captain Shadburn was nearing them on the way from the chart-house, and the young men accosted him, Veath inquiring: "Captain, who is the tall old gentleman you were talking to forward awhile ago?"
Hugh merely glared at him and he continued imperturbably: "She's pretty beyond a doubt. I'll have to find out who she is." "That's right, Veath; find out," cried Hugh, bright in an instant. "Make her have a good time. Poor thing, she'll find it pretty dull if she hangs to her father all the time." "He isn't a very amusing-looking old chap, is he?
He was not there and she was conscious of a guilty depression. She was sitting with Hugh and Lady Huntingford when, long afterward, Veath approached. "I'd like a word with you, Hugh," he said after the greetings, "when the ladies have gone below." "It is getting late and I am really very tired," said Grace. It was quite dark, or they could have seen that her face was pale and full of concern.
"What fun can a missionary have?" "Oho, you want to have fun with him, eh? That's the way the wind blows, is it? I'll just tell Mr. Veath that you pray night and day, and that you don't like to be disturbed. What do you suppose he'd be if he interrupted a woman's prayers?" demanded he, glaring at her half jealously. "He'd be a heathen and I should have to enlighten him," she answered sweetly.
Startled and almost completely prostrated, she fell back, where Veath found her when he went to announce the news. Finally, with throbbing heart, she crept to the curtain that hung in the door between the parlors and peered through at the two men. Ridgeway was standing in the centre of the room, nervously handling a book that lay on the table.
The question was prompted by the muttered oath that came from Hugh. "Nothing at all," he almost snarled. "Say, Veath, don't always be talking to me about my sister," he finally jerked out, barely able to confine himself to this moderately sensible abjuration while his brain was seething with other and stronger expressions.
At his feet the unhappy girl; at the window the rigid form of the man to whom he knew her love had turned; in the centre of this tableau he stood, his head erect, his lungs full, his face aglow. "Say you will forgive me, Hugh. You would not want me, knowing what you do." "For Heaven's sake, Hugh," began Veath; but the words choked him.
"It is my place to beg forgiveness. But I understood your name was Veath, and that you were were" here she smiled tantalizingly "in love with the beautiful American, Miss Ridge." "The dev dick I mean, the mischief you did! Well, of all the fool conclusions I've ever heard, that is the worst. In love with my sister! Ho, ho!" He laughed rather too boisterously. "But there is a Mr.
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