) He held her closely and would
not let her go, compelling her to meet his ardent eyes. A change came
over the girl, a sudden red flashed up into her temples and down into
her white throat. She drew herself impetuously away from her lover's
arms and fled from the room. 'I am not sure but that she is a
water-sprite, after all,' grumbled Waring, as he followed her. But it
was a pleasure now to grumble and pretend to doubt, since from that
moment he was sure.
The next morning Fog seemed unusually cheerful.
'No wonder,' thought Waring. But the character of benefactor pleased
him, and he appeared in it constantly.
'We must have the old castle more comfortable; I will try to send up
some furniture from below,' he remarked, while pacing to and fro in
the evening.
'Isn't it comfortable now?' said Silver. 'I am sure I always thought
this room beautiful.'
'What, this clumsy imitation of a second-class Western steamer?
Child, it is hideous!'
'Is it?' said Silver, looking around in innocent surprise, while Fog
listened in silence. Hours of patient labor and risks not a few over
the stormy lake were associated with each one of the articles Waring
so cavalierly condemned.
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