'George!' she went on, trembling in all her limbs, and rising to her feet. 'George! my first and only love! as I give it you back now, I make you the same promise that I made you before. I will love—love—love you and you only, eternally. I swore then to be true to you, and I have been true. Swear again to me the same.'
'Certainly. I shall always love you, Glory! I'm damned if it is possible for a fellow not to, you are so handsome with those flashing eyes and glowing cheeks. A fellow must be made of ice not to love you.'
'Be true to me, as I to you.'
'To be sure I will, Glory!' and added in an undertone, 'rum sort of truth hers, to go and marry another chap.'
'What is that you say, George?'
'Take care, Glory!' exclaimed the sailor; 'here comes the old prophet with a pair of tongs over his shoulder, staggering along the wall towards us. I had better sheer off. He don't look amiable. Good-bye, Glory!'
'Oh, George! I must see you again.'
'I will come again. You will see me often enough. Sailors can no more keep away from handsome girls than bees from clover.'
'George, George!'
Elijah came up, his face black with passion.