Wolves of the Sea - Being a Tale of the Colonies from the Manuscript of One Geoffry - Carlyle, Seaman, Narrating Certain Strange Adventures Which Befell - Him Aboard the Pirate Craft "Namur" by Randall Parrish
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party, the first summer I was in England. I was a mere girl then, and
everything seemed wonderful. I have been away from Maryland now for three years." "At school?" "Of course; nothing else would satisfy father. Maryland is only a Colony, you know." "Yes, I understand. A great many over there send back their sons and daughters to be educated. Your home is at Saint Mary's?" "Lower down the Potomac. Have you ever been there?" "Twice; once as mate, and the last time as master of a ship. My latest voyage in these waters was made nearly two years ago." She was silent for several moments, her face turned away from me, her eyes gazing out across the waste of waters which were already growing dark. Her clear-cut profile against the yellow light of the cabin windows appeared most attractive. "It is not so strange then, is it, that I should have felt interested in you?" she asked suddenly, as though justifying herself. "When Uncle Roger first told me who you were, and then explained what had occurred at your trial, naturally you became to me something entirely different from the others." "Certainly I am not inclined to condemn." |
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