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Robert knew the girl, and he talked to her a little in the boat No one

present understood what they said Her name was Mariequita She had a

round, sly, piquant face and pretty black eyes Her hands were small,

and she kept them folded over the handle of her basket Her feet were

broad and coarse She did not strive to hide them Edna looked at her

feet, and noticed the sand and sliru up soold Monsieur Farival, who considered

himself the better sailor of the two But he would not quarrel with

so old a man as Monsieur Farival, so he quarreled with Mariequita The

girl was deprecatory at oneher head up and down,"mouths" at Beaudelet

The lovers were all alone They saw nothing, they heard nothing The

lady in black was counting her beads for the third time Old Monsieur

Farival talked incessantly of what he knew about handling a boat, and of

what Beaudelet did not know on the same subject

Edna liked it all She looked Mariequita up and down, froain

"Why does she look at irl of Robert

"Maybe she thinks you are pretty Shall I ask her?"

"No Is she your sweetheart?"

"She's a married lady, and has two children"