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By God! the sweetness of that tongue ought to keep him civil, especially when there is added to it the sweetness of that face!' 'Captain Ogbourne!' she exclaimed, with an emphasis of playful fear.

'How can such a comrade of my youth behave to me as you do?
Don't speak so, and stare at me so! Is this really all you have to say?
I see I ought not to have come.

'Twas thoughtlessly done.' Another breeze broke the thread of discourse for a time.
'Very well.