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“Who is going to be married?” he said.

“Oh, you know just as well as I do. I am sure you have heard us talking of it for the last week. Polly, didn’t you tell Mr. Despard all about it? It’s a lady you know. It’s Miss Hare at the Golden Eagle, who is one of your papa’s great friends. I don’t know what the Captain will do when she’s gone. Polly, do you?”

“I don’t know what the Captain has to do with her, nor me neither,” said the young lady at the head of the table. The rest of the girls were sisters, with fair frizzy locks a little out of order after the long day’s work, what with the warmth of the room, and the fluttering of the faint breeze from the river that ruffled the well-crimped tresses. But Polly was of a different stamp. She had a mountain of dark brown hair upon her head in plaits and curls and puffs innumerable, and though she was sallow in complexion, had commanding features, a grand aquiline nose, and brilliant eyes. “The Captain nor me, we hav’nt much to say to that sort,” said Polly. “I don’t go with them that has a word and a laugh for everybody. What I like is a young lady that respects herself. If you work for your living, that’s not to say that you ain’t as good as the best of them. Stick up for yourself, and other folks will think of you according, that’s what I say.”