[Oai-pear-devel] to any girl in my life."

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U are coming on board and stay until I can set you ashore at the
handiest port." "I'd just as lieve wait for that fisherman, sir. I'll
feel more at home aboard him." "You ought to think of your daughter's
condition first, Captain Candage. She needs a few comforts right away,
and you won't find them on board a fisherman." He turned to the girt who
sat on the keel, silent, looking away to sea. She seemed to show a
strange lack of interest in the yacht. Her pretty face exhibited no
emotion, but somehow she was a wistfully pathetic figure as she sat
there. Mayo's countenance showed much more concern than she expressed
when she faced about at the sound of his voice and looked at him. Color
came into his cheeks; there was embarrassment in his eyes, a queer
hesitancy in his tones. "There is a young lady--there are several young
ladies--but there is Mr. Marston's daughter!" he faltered. "She is on
the yacht. I--I know she will do all she can for you. She will be good
to you!" His eyes fell under her frank and rather quizzical gaze. "She
might not care to be bothered with such a ragamuffin." "I can speak for
her!" he cried, eagerly. He was now even more disturbed by the glance
she gave him. He had read that women have intuition in affairs of the
heart. "I am quite certain you can, Captain Mayo," she assured him,
demurely. "And I am grateful. But perhaps we'd be better off on board
that other vessel--father and the rest of us." "I insist," he said, but
he did not dare to meet her searching eyes. "I insist!" he repeated,
resuming the decisive manner which he had shown before on board the
_Polly_. The _Olenia_, slowing down, had come close aboard, and her
churning screws pulled her to a standstill. Her crew sent a tender
rattling down from her port davits. As she rolled on the surge her brass
rails caught the sunlight in long flashes which fairly blinded the
hollow eyes of the castaways. The white canvas of bridge and awnings
gleamed in snowy purity. She was so near that Dolph smelled the savory
scents from her galley and began to "suffle" moisture in the corners of
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