United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
"This is very fine," she exclaimed enthusiastically. "I do think the
life of a sailor must be very delightful, Mr Hurry. Had I my choice, I
would select it above all others."
"You may be a sailor's wife, though you cannot be a sailor," came to the
tip of my tongue, but I did not utter the words; instead of them I said,
looking at her beautiful countenance, and admiring its animation, "I
love it dearly, and would not change it for any other, Miss Carlyon,
though it has its shadows as well as its sunshine."
"Ah, yes, but I always look at the _sunny_ side of every picture," she
remarked, smiling sweetly.
"You cannot help that. The light you see shed over everything is but
the reflection from yourself!" I blushed as I felt an expression so
different from my usual matter-of-fact style drawn from my lips.
Miss Carlyon looked up with a bright glance, (not smiling exactly), as
much as to say, "What is that about?" She was not, I thought,
displeased, but I did not venture anything of the sort again. I found
myself led by degrees to tell her all about myself, and my early life,
and my adventures, and then I described the sea under its various
aspects, and I went on to talk about ships of different classes, and how
to rig them, and the names of the ropes and sails and spars. She told
me, in return, a good deal about herself and her family, and her likes
and dislikes and occupations. Her father had property, I found, between
the Chesapeake and Potomac rivers in Virginia, where she had generally
resided. Since his death she had remained chiefly with her aunt, Mrs
Tarleton, though she hoped to return in a short time, if the state of
the country would allow it, to Virginia.
"If you knew what a beautiful country it is, you would love it as I do,
Mr Hurry!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm. "When this dreadful war is
over, and the people have attained their rights, and returned to their
allegiance, you must come and see us. I am sure that my family will one
and all, whatever their politics, rejoice in the opportunity of thanking
you for your kindness and courtesy to my aunt and me on the present
occasion."
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