Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 177: what you’re looking at

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JACK’S STORY CONTINUED. 173 once more, and in yer pent mind, too,” was the fervent response. ‘‘T reckon,” he continued, after a moment of thoughi, “it might be called the work of Providence that I lost ye there in New York, for if ye’d gone with me to Australia, I doubt that ye’d ever been cured, and 1l’m right sure ye’d never been the gentlenian that yeare. I'd thank ye to tell me about the good man that beiriended ye.” “T will, Jack, presently, but I first want to ask youa few more questions about the past.” “All right, sir: anything I can tell ye, ye shall know. “Well, then, ’d like vou to describe the nian who was my father,” Geofirey said, gravely. Jack turned to look uj) on the ycung n.an beside him, “The best description ye could get of him’d be to go and look at yerself in the glass,” he said, studying Geoffrey’s face and form, “{cr ye’re as nigh like him as another man could be, when 1] first caw him after he brought that preity little won.an to live here. He’d been off to meet her somewhere, and he’d shaved off all his heavy beard, had his hair trin.med up in the fashion, and wore a dandy suit o° clothes.” | ‘‘His name was Dale, you say? Are you sure that was his true name?” the young man asked. “T coulin’t take my oath as to that, sir, but everybody here knew him as Captain William Dale, though I don’t know how he came to bea captain. She used to call him ‘Will,’ in a way that made his eyes shine enough to do ye good.” Geoffrey's eyes ‘lighted at this. It was evident that Capiain Dale had truly loved the girl whom he had brought there, whether she had been his legal wife or not. “Do you know what her name was before he married her?” he asked. “No, sir; that is one of the things I can’t tell ye; even Margery. never found out that. They was both very shy of talkin’ about themselves afore folks, anc nobody ever knew where they canie from, either.” “Did they never have visitors—was there no friend whoever came to see them ?” “No, sir; and they didn’t seem to want anykedy: she was just his world, and he her’n. My girl used to think it was kind of strange, though, that they never got any letters ; but she never did, and never writ any, either.” “Did she seem happy?” Geoffrey asked, in a hushed Gomicbooksnco =)