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So the poor child took greedy possession of the trumpery; had them carried into Lucy's cabin; and there knelt gloating over them many an hour。 The Mexican work she chose to despise as savage; but the Spanish dresses were a treasure; and for two or three days she appeared on the quarter…deck; sunning herself like a peacock before the eyes of Amyas in Seville mantillas; Madrid hats; Indian brocade farthingales; and I know not how many other gewgaws; and dare not say how put on。
The crew tittered: Amyas felt much more inclined to cry。 There is nothing so pathetic as a child's vanity; saving a grown person aping a child's vanity; and saving; too; a child's agony of disappointment when it finds that it has been laughed at instead of being admired。 Amyas would have spoken; but he was afraid: however; the evil brought its own cure。 The pageant went on; as its actor thought; most successfully for three days or so; but at last the dupe; unable to contain herself longer; appealed to Amyas;〃Ayacanora quite English girl now; is she not?〃heard a titter behind her; looked round; saw a dozen honest faces in broad grin; comprehended all in a moment; darted down the companion… ladder; and vanished。
Amyas; fully expecting her to jump overboard; followed as fast as he could。 But she had locked herself in with Lucy; and he could hear her violent sobs; and Lucy's faint voice entreating to know what was the matter。
In vain he knocked。 She refused to come out all day; and at even they were forced to break the door open; to prevent Lucy being starved。
There sat Ayacanora; her finery half torn off; and scattered about the floor in spite; crying still as if her heart would break; while poor Lucy cried too; half from fright and hunger; and half for company。
Amyas tried to comfort the poor child; assured her that the men should never laugh at her again; 〃But then;〃 added he; 〃you must not be soso〃 What to say he hardly knew。
〃So what?〃 asked she; crying more bitterly than ever。
〃So like a wild girl; Ayacanora。〃
Her hands dropped on her knees: a strong spasm ran through her throat and bosom; and she fell on her knees before him; and looked up imploringly in his face。
〃Yes; wild girlpoor; bad wild girl。 。 。 。 But I will be English girl now!〃
〃Fine clothes will never make you English; my child;〃 said Amyas。
〃No! not English clothesEnglish heart! Good heart; like yours! Yes; I will be good; and Sir John shall teach me!〃
〃There's my good maid;〃 said Amyas。 〃Sir John shall begin and teach you to…morrow。〃
〃No! Now! now! Ayacanora cannot wait。 She will drown herself if she is bad another day! Come; now!〃
And she made him fetch Brimblecombe; heard the honest fellow patiently for an hour or more; and told Lucy that very night all that he had said。 And from that day; whenever Jack went in to read and pray with the poor sufferer; Ayacanora; instead of escaping on deck as before; stood patiently trying to make it all out; and knelt when he knelt; and tried to pray toothat she might have an English heart; and doubtless her prayers; dumb as they were; were not unheard。
So went on a few days more; hopefully enough; without any outbreak; till one morning; just after they had passed the Sargasso…beds。 The ship was taking care of herself; the men were all on deck under the awning; tinkering; and cobbling; and chatting; Brimblecombe was catechising his fair pupil in the cabin; Amyas and Cary; cigar in mouth; were chatting about all heaven and earth; and; above all; of the best way of getting up a fresh adventure against the Spaniards as soon as they returned; while Amyas was pouring out to Will that dark hatred of the whole nation; that dark purpose of revenge for his brother and for Rose; which had settled down like a murky cloud into every cranny of his heart and mind。 Suddenly there was a noise below; a scuffle and a shout; which made them both leap to their feet; and up on deck rushed Jack Brimblecombe; holding his head on with both his hands。
〃Save me! save me from that she…fiend! She is possessed with a legion! She has broken my nosetorn out half my hair!and I'm sure I have none to spare! Here she comes! Stand by me; gentlemen both! Satanas; I defy thee!〃 And Jack ensconced himself behind the pair; as Ayacanora whirled upon deck like a very Maenad; and; seeing Amyas; stopped short。
〃If you had defied Satan down below there;〃 said Cary; with a laugh; 〃I suspect he wouldn't have broken out on you so boldly; Master Jack。〃
〃I am innocentinnocent as the babe unborn! Oh! Mr。 Cary! this is too bad of you; sir!〃 quoth Jack indignantly; while Amyas asked what was the matter。
〃He looked at me;〃 said she; sturdily。
〃Well; a cat may look at a king。〃
〃But he sha'n't look at Ayacanora。 Nobody shall but you; or I'll kill him!〃
In vain Jack protested his innocence of having even looked at her。 The fancy (and I verily believe it was nothing more) had taken possession of her。 She refused to return below to her lesson。 Jack went off grumbling; minus his hair; and wore a black eye for a week after。
〃At all events;〃 quoth Cary; re…lighting his cigar; 〃it's a fault on the right side。〃
〃God give me grace; or it may be one on the wrong side for me。〃
〃He will; old heart…of…oak!〃 said Cary; laying his arm around Amyas's neck; to the evident disgust of Ayacanora; who went off to the side; got a fishing…line; and began amusing herself therewith; while the ship slipped on quietly and silently as ever; save when Ayacanora laughed and clapped her hands at the flying…fish scudding from the bonitos。 At last; tired of doing nothing; she went forward to the poop…rail to listen to John Squire the armorer; who sat tinkering a headpiece; and humming a song; mutato nomine; concerning his native place
〃Oh; Bideford is a pleasant place; it shines where it stands; And the more I look upon it; the more my heart it warms; For there are fair young lasses; in rows upon the quay; To welcome gallant mariners; when they come home from say。〃
〃'Tis Sunderland; John Squire; to the song; and not Bidevor;〃 said his mate。
〃Well; Bidevor's so good as Sunderland any day; for all there's no say…coals there blacking a place about; and makes just so good harmonies; Tommy Hamblyn
〃Oh; if I was a herring; to swim the ocean o'er; Or if I was a say…dove; to fly unto the shoor; To fly unto my true love; a waiting at the door; To wed her with a goold ring; and plough the main no moor。〃
Here Yeo broke in
〃Aren't you ashamed; John Squire; to your years; singing such carnal vanities; after all the providences you have seen? Let the songs of Zion be in your mouth; man; if you must needs keep a caterwauling all day like that。〃
〃You sing 'em yourself then; gunner。〃
〃Well;〃 says Yeo; 〃and why not?〃 And out he pulled his psalm…book; and began a scrap of the grand old psalm
〃Such as in ships and brittle barks Into the seas descend; Their merchandise through fearful floods To compass and to end; There men are forced to behold The Lord's works what they be; And in the dreadful deep the same; Most marvellous they see。〃
〃Humph!〃 said John Squire。 〃Very good and godly: but still I du like a merry catch now and then; I du。 Wouldn't you let a body sing 'Rumbelow'even when he's heaving of the anchor?〃
〃Well; I don't know;〃 said Yeo; 〃but the Lord's people had better praise the Lord then too; and pray for a good voyage; instead of howling about
〃A randy; dandy; dandy O; A whet of ale and brandy O; With a rumbelow and a Westward…ho! And heave; my mariners all; O!〃
〃Is that fit talk for immortal souls? How does that child's…trade sound beside the Psalms; John Squire?〃
Now it befell that Salvation Yeo; for the very purpose of holding up to ridicule that time…honored melody; had put into it the true nasal twang; and rung it out as merrily as he had done perhaps twelve years before; when he got up John Oxenham's anchor in Plymouth Sound。 And it befell also that Ayacanora; as she stood by Amyas's side; watching the men; and trying to make out their chat; heard it; and s