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Captain Waring envied his comrade, who, with Miss Gordon, sauntered on a few paces ahead of him and, what he mentally termed, "his old woman of the sea. " She never ceased talking, and could not endure him out of her sight. The others appeared to get on capitally; they had plenty to say to one another, and their frequent laughter excited not alone his envy, but his amazement.
Mark was not a ladies' man; this squiring of dames was a new departure. Such an avocation was far more in his own line, and by all the laws of the fitness of things, _he_ should be in Mark's place -- strolling by moonlight with a pretty girl along the shores of this lovely mountain tarn. What were they talking about? Mark never could find much to say to girls -- straining his ears, not from the ungentlemanly wish to listen, but merely from pure friendly curiosity -- he paid but scant attention to Mrs. Brande's questions, and gave her several misleading answers.