No, Emiral, let me place them on your glorious breast." Chatillon gently repelled the lady.

But for some minutes he thought her extremely pretty, and he felt this impression still more when two bare arms and the rosy palms of two delicate hands touched him lightly.

He yielded almost immediately.

Olive was slow in fastening the ribbon.

Then when it was done she made a low courtesy and saluted Chatillon with the title of Constable.
"I have been ambitious like my comrades," answered the sailor, "I don't hide it, and perhaps I am so still; but u on my word of honour, when I look at you, the only, desire I feel is for a cottage and a heart." She turned upon him the charming sapphire glances that flashed from under her eyelids.
"That is to be had also.