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"Tunis!"
He took her hand, looking so hungrily into her face that she,
blushing, if not confused, could not bear his gaze, and the long
lashes drooped to veil the violet eyes.
"You understand me, Ida May?" whispered the captain of the _Seamew_
eagerly. "I don't know, fixed as I am, that I've any right to talk
to you like this. But--but I can't wait any longer!"
She allowed her hand to remain in his warm clasp, and now she looked
up at him again.
"Have you thought of what all this may mean, Tunis?" she asked.
"You bet I have. I haven't been thinking of much else--not since the
first time I saw you."
"What? You felt--felt that you could like me that night when we sat
on the bench so long on the Common?"
"My Godfrey, Ida May!" he exclaimed. "Since that time you slipped on
the sidewalk in front of that restaurant and I caught you. That's
when I first knew that you were the most wonderful girl in the
world!"
"Oh, Tunis! Do you mean that?"
"I certainly do," he said stoutly.
"That--that you thought _that_? At very first sight?"
"I couldn't get you out of my mind. I went about in a sort of dream.
Why, Ida May, when Cap'n Ira and Aunt Prue talked so much about
wanting that other girl down here, all I could think of was you! I
half believed it must be you that they sent me for--until I came
face to face with that other girl.
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