In the Roaring Fifties by Edward Dyson
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'I can't agree to this,' said Jim decisively, addressing himself to the
Captain. 'Oh, come, you must not be shy!' murmured the lady. 'I cannot agree to any demonstration or accept any gifts,' persisted Jim. 'You're very kind, I believe; but I'm reserved--I detest display.' 'Still, you know, my man, brave actions like yours cannot be totally disregarded by feeling people.' 'To be sure!' from the lady. 'Captain Evan,' said the young man firmly, 'ever since I came on board the Francis Cadman I've endeavoured to keep myself to myself. I asked nothing from anybody on this ship, but simply to be left alone. That's all I ask now. Perhaps I appear boorish to the lady, but the instincts of a lifetime must be respected.' Jim spoke like an old man. The lady found him very impressive. 'Very well, Done,' said the Captain, looking searchingly into Jim's strong young face, 'we'll say no more about the matter.' He moved away, but the lady extended the slim gloved fingers again, lowering her eyes for an effective unveiling. 'I respect your feelings,' she said, as if making great concession. Really, the boy was most interesting, so handsome, so unusual. She smiled upon him like a guardian angel with exquisite teeth, and the scamp turned again to the sea, apostrophizing in fo'c'sle idiom all interfering fools |
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