The Port of Missing Men by Meredith Nicholson
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I am a foreigner without one!" John Armitage laughed.
"It is, indeed, a real merit," declared Dick, who felt that something was expected of him. In spite of himself, he found much to like in John Armitage. He particularly despised sham and pretense, and he had been won by the evident sincerity of Armitage's wish to appear well in his eyes. "And now," said Armitage, "I assure you that I am not in the habit of talking so much about myself--and if you will overlook this offense I promise not to bore you again." "I have been interested," remarked Dick; "and," he added, "I can not do less than thank you, Mr. Armitage." Armitage began talking of the American army--its strength and weaknesses--with an intimate knowledge that greatly surprised and interested the young officer; and when they separated presently it was with a curious mixture of liking and mystification that Claiborne reviewed their talk. The next day brought heavy weather, and only hardened sea-goers were abroad. Armitage, breakfasting late, was not satisfied that he had acted wisely in speaking to Captain Claiborne; but he had, at any rate, eased in some degree his own conscience, and he had every intention of seeing all that he could of Shirley Claiborne during these days of their fellow-voyaging. |
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