My father is a soldier, and his duty is to nourish and comfort the forces of the king." "Then you are young Mistress Anerley?
I was sure of it before.

There are no two such.

And you have saved my life.

It is something to owe it so fairly." The young sailor wanted to kiss Mary's hand; but not being used to any gallantry, she held out her hand in the simplest manner to take back her riding skirt; and he, though longing in his heart to keep it, for a token or pretext for another meeting, found no excuse for doing so.

And yet he was not without some resource.
For the maiden was giving him a farewell smile, being quite content with the good she had done, and the luck of recovering her property; and that sense of right which in those days formed a part of every good young woman said to her plainly that she must be off.