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"Oreena went home and wrote me how miserable she was. I should have gone, too, and kept her company, but I've had the most wonderful time. Kate Collins is a darling. I haven't heard from Oreena for a long, long time, but she is married—been married for months. Poor old dad is all broken up. Oreena was the pride of his life. She was so much like a fine lady, and she married a German. How father does hate Germans! Feels toward them as I do toward Southern ladies. But this one—he feels Seibert married my sister to spite him."

Nada stopped on becoming aware of Williams, who had approached unnoticed. His hands remained in his side-pockets; the visor of his cap still shadowed his eyes; but in some way, though it was by no change of expression, she knew that he was pleased with her.

McGuire turned toward him, and, half laughing in an odd way, said: "Skipper, Oreena Combe has married Seibert at Pulotu."

Williams barely nodded. He had overheard that much.

"Dr. Lemaitre wrote to me—such a funny little letter. But father is all broken up."