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"How do you do, Mr. Waterford?" said the cook, as he brought his boat under the quarter of the yacht.
"How do you do?" I replied, in a gruff tone.
"Gorrificious! Don't you know old Peter?" exclaimed the cook, apparently wounded at my want of recognition of him.
"How are you, old Peter?" I added, coughing violently to disguise my voice.
"Gorrificious, Mr. Waterford! I reckon you've got a bad cold. I've got a letter for you from Mr. Whippleton," continued the cook.
"Take it—will you, Marian?" I added, still coughing. "I don't want him to see me;" and I retreated into the cabin.
"Thank you miss," said Peter, as he delivered the letter. "I'm right down sorry Mr. Waterford has got such a terrible cough—on his wedding day, too, miss. Gorrificious, Miss Collingsby! Mr. Waterford is a lucky gentleman; but he desarves you. He's a fine gentleman—liberal to old Peter and all the boys."
Marian made no reply to this speech, though, when she appeared in the cabin, her cheeks and forehead were crimson with confusion.