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“Not my father?” Lynde echoed the words blankly.

“No. Your father was your mother’s first husband. She never told you of him. When I said he made her life a hell, I said the truth, no more, no less. I had loved your mother ever since I was a boy, Lynde. But she was far above me in station and I never dreamed it was possible to win her love. She married James Ashley. He was a gentleman, so called–and he didn’t kick or beat her. Oh no, he just tormented her refined womanhood to the verge of frenzy, that was all. He died when you were a baby. And a year later I found out your mother could love me, rough sailor and all as I was. I married her and brought her here. We had fifteen years of happiness together. I’m not a good man–but I made your mother happy in spite of her wrecked health and her dark memories. It was her wish that you should be known as my daughter, but under the present circumstances I know she would wish that you should be told the truth. Marry your man, Lynde, and go away with him. Emily will go with you if you like. I’m going back to the sea. I’ve been hankering for it ever since your mother died. I’ll go out of your life. There, don’t cry–I hate to see a woman cry. Mr. Douglas, I’ll leave you to dry her tears and I’ll go up to the house and have a talk with Harmon.”

When Captain Anthony had disappeared behind the Point, Alan turned to Lynde. She was sobbing softly and her face was wet with tears. Alan drew her head down on his shoulder.

“Sweetheart, the dark past is all put by. Our future begins with promise. All is well with us, dear Lynde.”

Like a child, she put her arms about his neck and their lips met.