The Missing Ship: The Log of the "Ouzel" GalleyKingston, William Henry Giles
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The Missing Ship: The Log of the "Ouzel" Galley
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Sea stories
"With great pleasure, my dear sir; we can mount you without difficulty,"
said Mr Twigg; and turning round, he gave the order to old Martin, who
was standing behind his chair. Supper was still proceeding when Miss
Pemberton and her brother Jack arrived and were heartily welcomed. She
was a Creole, but with far more life and animation than the generality
of her fair countrywomen; still, her cheek, pure as alabaster, was
colourless; but her figure was good, and her features remarkably
handsome. Altogether, she fully merited the encomiums Ellen had passed
on her. She had been sent to school in England, and was thoroughly well
educated and accomplished. Her brother Jack had had the same advantage,
though he spoke, unless when excited, with the usual Creole drawl. From
the few remarks he made--for he was not much addicted to talking--he
was, however, not destitute of spirit; and, among his other good
qualities, he evidently looked upon his lovely sister with the most
devoted admiration. The two young people promised to be a pleasant
addition to the party.
The family retired earlier than usual, that they might be ready to start
at the hour fixed on. The gallant major and the young subaltern were
escorted to their room by Mr Twigg.
"I little expected to find two such houris in this out-of-the-way spot,"
observed the major, as he was throwing off his uniform.
"Nor did I," exclaimed the lieutenant. "It is difficult to decide which
of the two is the most charming, but I am most inclined to lose my heart
to the young lady with the roses in her cheeks. She hasn't been long in
this burning clime, I suspect, or they would have faded ere this."
"We shall not be rivals, then," observed the major, standing up in his
shirt and trousers, and striking out with his doubled fists, as was his
wont before turning in. "I prefer the last arrival, with the classical
features and cheeks as pure as the lily--a fit model for Juno. If I
were to be long in her society, I should fall desperately in love with
her; but I am not likely to commit such a folly, and take care that you
don't, Belt. We shall know more about them to-morrow, and perchance we
shall discover that their charms are not so overpowering as we fancy. I
have often found it to be the case on a second interview."
"I expect to be more enthralled than ever," remarked the lieutenant.
"However, I have seldom found it difficult to break my fetters; so,
major, you needn't trouble yourself on my account."
"We shall see by to-morrow evening," said the major. After a few more
remarks in a similar strain, the two officers, both old campaigners,
threw themselves on their beds, and were soon fast asleep.
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