As we rose from the ground at the conclusion of our meal, the girl dropped one of her gloves.

I hastened to pick it up, walking with her a few paces afterward.
"The next time we are shipwrecked together," said I, "I shall leave you on the boat.

You do not know your friends!" "Why do you say that ?" "And yet I knew you at once.

I saw the ring on your hand, and recognized it--it is the same I saw in the firelight on the river bank, the night we left the _Belle_." "How brilliant of you! At least you can remember a ring." "I remember seeing the veil you wear once before--at a certain little meeting between Mr.Orme and myself." "You seem to have been a haberdasher in your time, Mr.Cowles! Your memory of a lady's wearing apparel is very exact.

I should feel very much nattered." None the less I saw the dimple come in her cheek.
She was pulling on her glove as she spoke.