Richard Vandermarck by Miriam Coles Harris
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soon as his eye fell on us, he looked relieved, and walked directly up
to me, and called me by name, interrogatively. "O yes," I said eagerly, "but do get this woman off the boat or we'll have to take her with us." "Oh, no danger," he said, "plenty of time," and he took her toward the stairs, at the head of which she was met by the clerk, who touched his hat to me, handed the checks to Mr. Vandermarck, then hurried off with Ann. Mr. Vandermarck returned to me, but I was so engrossed looking over the side of the boat and watching for Ann and the clerk, that I took no notice of him. At last I saw Ann scramble on the wharf, just before the plank was drawn in; with a sigh of relief I turned away. "I want to apologize for being so late," he said. "Why, it is not any matter," I answered, "only I had not the least idea what to do." "You are not used to travelling alone, then, I suppose?" "Oh no," nor to travelling any way, for the matter of that, I added to myself; but not aloud, for I had a great fear that it should be known how very limited my experience was. "You must let me take your shawl and bag, and we will go and get a comfortable seat," he said in a few moments. We went forward and found comfortable chairs under an awning, and where there was a fine breeze. It was a warm afternoon, and the change from the heated and glaring wharf was delightful. Mr. Vandermarck threw himself back in his chair |
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