Forgive me, and I
promise to make amends in the future. Do you know him, Lieutenant
Matson?"
"Know Lieutenant Matson? Certainly I do; I have known him for four
years. Father has known him longer."
[Illustration: "YOU SURRENDER EASILY."]
"Does he ever come here?"
"Frequently."
"If he comes while I am here, we will have the fight out."
"No you won't."
"Why?"
"I forbid it."
"Then I yield."
"You surrender easily," and the saucy blue eyes glanced slyly at his
face. Fernando was at a loss for some answer. Suddenly she broke
in with:
"I must go now. There, I see father on the hill. Won't you come to tea
this evening? Father would like so much to see you."
Of course he would. He stammered out his thanks, while the fairy-like
creature tripped away across the sands, leaving him in a maze of
bewilderment. At the crest of the hill, she paused to wave her
handkerchief, smiled with ravishing sweetness, and disappeared over the
hill with her father.
CHAPTER IX.
THE ENGLISHMAN'S DILEMMA.
Morgianna Lane was the brightest gem in the little Maryland village. The
romantic mystery which enshrouded her birth seemed only to add to the
charm about her. Of course Fernando could not long be in the village
without learning that she was not the daughter of Captain Lane, but
a sea waif.
Frequently foundlings have some birth mark or scar about them, or there
is some letter or significant mark about their clothing by which in
after years they may be identified and their parentage made known; but
in the case of Morgianna there was no probability of her identity ever
being discovered.
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