Whitcher, Agnes's aunt, began to bully her more than ever,
wondering _aloud_ why she could not get a husband as her sister had
done, after so much money had been spent on her education, and so
forth.
Agnes could have had her choice not of one, but of _ten husbands_,
had she wished to do as her sister had done and taken the first
eligible man who offered. But the idea of marrying for an
establishment never entered her unsophisticated brain, and, as she
had not yet met her _beau ideal_ of a husband, she waited patiently,
bearing the scoffs and jeers of her unsympathetic aunt without a
murmur, and giving in return for her daily bread labor that in any
other establishment would have yielded her no small remuneration.
had any time in the past two years paid attention to Agnes Malcolm,
was a young man named George Fairfield, second mate of the ship
"Glenalpine," a good looking young fellow about twenty-three years
old, who was the son of respectable English parents residing at
Liverpool. Agnes, though rather partial to the young man, had paid a
deaf ear to his addresses, not caring to marry a man unless she
could give him her whole heart, but after her sister had gone, and
she was left in utter loneliness, the rude but honest sympathy and
love of the handsome sailor went to her heart, and she consented to
marry him on his return from his next trip.
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