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Springhaven

CHAPTER XXXV
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We never see you now, more than once in a month; and we don't want to see you from a staircase hole, where we mustn't even blow a kiss to you.

I have got such a lot of things to tell you, dear father; and I could make you laugh much more than they will." "But, my darling--all these grand things ?" said the father, gently fingering but half afraid to look at her, because of what had been in his own mind; "the sweetest Navy blue, and the brightest Army red, and little bits of silver lace so quiet in between them! I am sure I don't know what to call a quarter of it; but the finest ship ever seen under full sail, with the sun coming through her from her royals to her courses--" "Now, papa, don't be so ridiculous.

You know that I am not a fine ship at all, but only a small frigate, about eighteen guns at the outside, I should say--though she would be a sloop of war, wouldn't she ?--and come here at any rate for you to command her, if you are not far too lofty an Admiral." "Do you love your old father, my dear ?" said he, being carried beyond his usual state by the joy in her eyes as she touched him.
"What a shame to ask me such a question?
Oh, papa, I ought to say, 'Do you love me ?' when you go away weeks and months almost together! Take that, papa; and be quite ashamed of yourself." She swept all her breast-knots away anyhow--that had taken an hour to arbitrate--and flung back her hair that would never be coiled, and with a flash of tears leaping into laughing eyes, threw both arms round her father's neck, and pressed her cool sweet lips to his, which were not at all in the same condition.
"There, see what you've done for me now!" she cried.

"It will take three-quarters of an hour, papa, to make me look fit to be looked at again.

The fashions are growing so ridiculous now--it is a happy thing for us that we are a hundred years behind them, as Eliza Twemlow had the impudence to say; and really, for the daughter of a clergyman--" "I don't care that for Eliza Twemlow," the Admiral exclaimed, with a snap of his thumb.


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