4/9 "Good sir," cried she, merrily, "'tis morning. "I could swear there were shackles on me." "Yes, we are free," said Mary Connynge, "and all the world is before us. I know not how your brother made such mistake. He said he would fetch me home the night. Gemini! It sure seems a long way about! And where may be your brother now, or Sir Arthur, or the Lady Catharine--why, 'tis as much confused as though 'twere all in a play!" "But Sir Arthur cried that my ship was for France. |