You helped me in my great strait, and I thank you;
perhaps it will be counted unto you for good in the reckoning up of
your life. But I am strong again, and the ice is forming. You can have
no intention of making Silver your wife?'
Waring looked up, their eyes met. 'No,' he replied slowly, as though
the words were being dragged out of him by the magnetism of the old
man's gaze, 'I certainly have no such intention.'
Nothing more was said; soon Waring rose and went out. But Silver
spied him from her flower-room, and came down to the sail-boat where
it lay at the foot of the ladder. 'You are not going out this cold
day,' she said, standing by his side as he busied himself over the
rigging. She was wrapped in a fur mantle, with a fur cap on her head,
and her rough little shoes were fur-trimmed. Waring made no reply.
'But I shall not allow it,' continued the maiden, gayly. 'Am I not
queen of this castle? You yourself have said it many a time. You
cannot go, Jarvis; I want you here.' And with her soft hands she
blinded him playfully.
'Silver, Silver,' called old Fog's voice above, 'come within; I want
you.'
After that the two men were very crafty in their preparations.
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