She wore a spotless apron, lavishly trimmed with coquettish little starched frills,--her hands were, unfortunately, rather large and coarse,--but her smile, as she set down the tray and curtsied respectfully to the young men, was charming, disclosing as it did, tiny teeth as even and white as a double row of small pearls.
"That is well, Britta," said Gueldmar, speaking in English, and assisting her to place the glasses.

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run after thy mistress to the shore,--her boat cannot yet have left the creek,--bid her return and come to me,--tell her there are friends here who will be glad of her presence." Britta hurried away at once, but Errington's heart sank.