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Title: White wings, a yachting romance
Year: 1880 (1880s)
Authors: Black, William, 1841-1898
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Publisher: New York : Harper & brothers
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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-yacht if—ifyou married Howard Smith. He has given you all the moneyyou lost, and the steam-yacht too. And there is not a word ofregret about all his plans and schemes being destroyed. Andthis is the man we have all been making fun of! In her conscious self-abasement she did not perceive how be-wildered—how absolutely frightened—this girl was. Mary Avontook back the letter mechanically; she stood silent for a secondor two; then she said, almost in a whisper, Giving me all that money! Oh, I cannot take it—I cannottake it! I should not have stayed here. I should not have toldhim anything. I—I wish to go away. But the common-sense of the elder woman came to her rescue.She took the girls hand firmly, and said, You shall not go away. And when it is your good-fortuneto meet with such a friend as that, you shall not wound him andinsult liira by refusing what he has given to you. No; but youwill go at once and thank him. I cannot—I cannot! she said, with both her hands trem- ^I^p.
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BACKWARD THOUGHTS. 305 bling. What shall I say ? How can I thank him ? If he weremy own father or brother, how could I thank him ? Her friend left the room for a second, and returned. He is in the library alone, said she, Go to liim. And donot be so ungrateful as to even speak of refusing. The girl had no time to compose any speech. She walked tothe library door, timidly tapped at it, and entered. The Lairdwas seated in an easy-chair, reading. When he saw her come in—he had been expecting a servantwith coffee, probably—he instantly put aside his book. Well, Miss Mary ? said he, cheerfully. She hesitated. She could not speak; her throat was choking.And then, scarcely knowing what she did, she sunk down beforehim, and put her head and her hands on his knees, and burst outcrying and sobbing. And all that he could hear of any speech-making, or of any gratitude or thanks, was only two words— Ml/fatherr He put his hand gently on the soft black hair. Child, said he, it is nothing. I ha

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