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Portrait of Louis Becke Louis Becke Foster's Letter of Marque: A Tale of Old Sydney

Now Dolly, who had first flirted with and then flouted every one of the bachelor officials in Sydney, military or civilian, who visited the Commissary's abode, was, to do her justice, a girl of sense at heart, and she felt that Captain Foster meant to ask her an all-important question—to every woman—and that her answer would be “Yes.”
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Portrait of Louis Becke Louis Becke Foster's Letter of Marque: A Tale of Old Sydney

I have been speaking to your mother, and she has told me that she thinks you do care for me, Is it so? May I again——”
“Now, Captain Foster, why cannot we be friends without—without anything else. I will not pretend that I do not understand your meaning, but I tell you, once and for all, I don't want to be married. Really,” and she smiled brightly, “you are as bad as Mr. Portveldt.”
“Very well, Miss Dorothy,” said Foster with annoying equanimity, “I won't allude to the subject again. But what has the Dutchman been doing? Where is he now?”
Dolly laughed merrily.
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Portrait of Louis Becke Louis Becke Foster's Letter of Marque: A Tale of Old Sydney

Portveldt, sir, is a Dutch gentleman, and he would never talk to me in such a way as you have done. How dare you, sir!”
Foster was really angry now, and smiled sarcastically. “He's but the master of a merchantman, and an infernal Dutchman at that.”
“He is a gentleman, which you are not!” snapped Dolly fiercely; “and if he is but a merchant skipper, he commands his own ship. He is a shipowner, and a well-known Batavian merchant as well, sir; so there!”
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