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At dinner-time the man in command of the _Merrimac_ was by no means jealous, although Nina had no words nor looks for him. For she was not happy in ignoring him. He knew it, -- felt it in every fibre of his being.
What a little beauty she was, with her light head and her fascinating manner, -- so lively with him, so quiet and guarded with strangers! He was madly in love with her now, just like a young fool of a fellow. Extravagant terms of adoration floated through his mind, and, with the ardency of twenty, he longed for the time to come when he would be permitted to utter them.