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A Saga Of The Seas
ButIleftthesetriflestomycrew,andcontinuedthesearchalone.ForbythistimeIhaddeterminedthatthereshouldbeaPrincessonboard,carriedofftobesoldincaptivitytotheboldbadMoors,andnowwithbeatingheartawaitingherrescuebyme,thePerseusofherdreams.
Icameuponheratlastinthebigstate-cabininthestern;andsheworeahollandpinaforeoverherPrincess-clothes,andshehadbrownwavyhair,hangingdownherback,justlike—well,nevermind,shehadbrownwavyhair.Whengentle-folkmeet,courtesiespass;andIwillnotwearyotherpeoplewithrelatingallthecomplimentsandcounter-complimentsthatweexchanged,allinthemostapprovedmanner.Occasionslikethis,whentongueswaggedsmoothlyandspeechflowedfree,werealwaysespeciallypleasingtome,whoamnaturallyinclinedtobetongue-tiedwithwomen.Butatlastceremonywasover,andwesatonthetableandswungourlegsandagreedtobefastfriends.AndIshowedhermylatestknife—one-bladed,horn-handled,terrific,hungroundmyneckwithstring;andsheshowedmethechiefesttreasurestheshipcontained,hiddenawayinamostprivateandparticularlocker—amusicalboxwithaglasstopthatletyouseetheworks,andarailwaytrainwithreallinesandarealtunnel,andatiniron-cladthatfollowedamagnet,andwaseversomuchhandierinmanyrespectsthantherealfull-sizedthingthatstilllayandapplaudedintheoffing.
Therewashighfeastingthatnightinmycabin.
