But why do you
call me 'Lady'? You used to call me 'Mary.'"
"I don't know; perhaps because you are alone."
"Ah! that is good of you; but you need not be quite so respectful."
The matter was settled by mute but satisfactory arbitration, and
Brandon continued: "You must make yourself ready to go on deck. It
will be hard, but it must be done."
He helped her with the heavy jack-boots and handed her the
rain-stained slouch hat which she put on, and stood a complete man
ready for the deck--that is, as complete as could be evolved from her
utter femininity.
When Brandon looked her over, all hope went out of him. It seemed that
every change of dress only added to her bewitching beauty by showing
it in a new phase.
"It will never do; there is no disguising you. What is it that despite
everything shows so unmistakably feminine? What shall we do? I have
it; you shall remain here under the pretense of illness until we are
well at sea, and then I will tell the captain all. It is too bad; and
yet I would not have you one whit less a woman for all the world.
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