At Sunwich Port [complete]Jacobs, W. W. (William Wymark)
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At Sunwich Port [complete]
Jacobs, W. W. (William Wymark)
Betrothal -- Fiction; Family -- England -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Ship captains -- Fiction
“Where is Jack now?” inquired the girl, at last. “He is staying with
me for a few days,” said Hardy. “I sincerely hope that the association
will not be injurious to him.”
“Are you trying to be rude to me?” inquired Miss Nugent, raising her
clear eyes to his.
“I am sorry,” said Hardy, hastily. “You are quite right, of course. It
was not a nice thing to do, but I would do a thousand times worse to
please you.”
Miss Nugent thanked him warmly; he seemed to understand her so well,
she said.
“I mean,” said Hardy, leaning forward and speaking with a vehemence
which made the girl instinctively avert her head—“I mean that to please
you would be the greatest happiness I could know. I love you.”
Miss Nugent sat silent, and a strong sense of the monstrous unfairness
of such a sudden attack possessed her. Such a declaration she felt
ought to have been led up to by numerous delicate gradations of speech,
each a little more daring than the last, but none so daring that they
could not have been checked at any time by the exercise of a little
firmness.
“If you would do anything to please me,” she said at length in a low
voice, and without turning her head, “would you promise never to try
and see me or speak to me again if I asked you?”
“No,” said Hardy, promptly.
Miss Nugent sat silent again. She knew that a good woman should be
sorry for a man in such extremity, and should endeavour to spare his
feelings by softening her refusal as much as possible, little as he
might deserve such consideration. But man is impatient and jumps at
conclusions. Before she was half-way through the first sentence he
leaned forward and took her hand.
[Illustration: “She placed her other arm in that of Hardy.”]
“Oh, good-bye,” she said, turning to him, with a pleasant smile.
“I am not going,” said Hardy, quietly; “I am never going,” he added, as
he took her other hand.
Captain Nugent, anxious for his supper, found them there still debating
the point some two hours later. Kate Nugent, relieved at the appearance
of her natural protector, clung to him with unusual warmth. Then, in a
kindly, hospitable fashion, she placed her other arm in that of Hardy,
and they walked in grave silence to the house.
THE END
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