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"Never!" said she promptly "I hate you very "

"Why then should you pro better, Sir!" But she tookway

"But tell me," she added as we made our way slowly up theto last? When are we going back

home?"

"How can you ask? And how can I reply, save in one way, after taking

the advice of yonder pirate captain, your blue-eyed nephew? He says

they always live happy ever after Listen, Helena Gaze upon this

waistcoat! Forget its stripes, and ione by Let us play that romance is not yet dead These are

not cuffs, but ruffles at my wrists--for all Cal Davidson's

extraordinary taste in shirts All the world lies before us, and it is

yesterday once more The Mediterranean, Helena, how blue it is--the

Bermudas, how fine they are of a winter day! And yonder lies ypt and her sands Or Paris, Helena; or Vienna, the voluptuous, with

her gay ways of life Or Nagasaki, Helena--little brown folks running

about, and all the world white in blossoms All the world, Helena,

with only you and I in it, and with not a care until, at least, we

have eaten the last of our tinned goods of the ship's supplies; since

I aive you all that, would I be nice?"

"Would that suit you, Harry?" she asked soberly; "just gallivanting?"