The Green Hand: Adventures of a Naval LieutenantCupples, George
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The Green Hand: Adventures of a Naval Lieutenant
Cupples, George
Sea stories; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
him a little down by the head when he did go. All the time the young
beauty was sitting with her face as quiet and indifferent as may be,
only there was a sparkle in her blue eyes, and in nothing else but the
pearls in her hair, as she looked on at the dancing; and, to my eye,
there was a touch of the rose came out on her pale cheek, clear though
it was before the dragoon spoke to her. Not long after, an oldish
gentleman came out with a grey-haired old general from the
refreshment-room: a thin yellow-complexioned man he was, with no
whiskers and bald forehead, and a bilious eye, but handsome, and his
face as pompous and solemn-looking as if he'd been First Lord, or had
got a whole court-martial on his shoulders for next day. I should have
known him from a thousand for a man that had lived in the East, were it
nothing but the quick way he looked over his shoulder for a servant or
two, when he wanted his carriage called--no doubt just as one feels when
he forgets he's ashore, like I did every now and then, looking up out to
windward, and getting a garden-wall or a wood slap into one's eyesight,
as 'twere. I laid down the old gentleman at once for this said nabob; in
fact, as soon as a footman told him his carriage was waiting, he walked
up to the young lady and her companions, and went off with them, a
steward and a lady patroness convoying them to the break of the steps.
The only notion that ran in my head, on the way home that night with my
sister, was, 'By heavens! I might just as well be in love with the bit
of sky at the end of the flying-jibboom!' and all the while the
confounded wheels kept droning it into me, till I was as dizzy as the
first time I looked over the fore-royal-yard. The whole night long I
dreamt I was mad after the figure-head of the _Iris_, and asked her to
dance with me, on which she turned round with a look as cold as water,
or plain 'No.' At last I caught firm hold of her and jumped overboard;
and next moment we were heaving on the blue swell in sight of the black
old Guinea coast--when round turned the figure and changed into Miss
Hyde; and the old nabob hauled us ashore upon a beautiful island, where
I woke and thought I was wanted on deck, although it was only my mother
calling me.
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