Curious , was n't it ? Alexander MacAllister , he says to Andrew Peters , ` Well , and what do you think of Father Chiniquy now ? ' ` Vell , ' growled Andrew , ' I t ` ink de old devil has got a blessing left yet . ' Laws , how Henry did laugh over that today ! '' `` Do you know who Mr. Ford is , Captain Jim ? '' asked Anne , seeing that Captain Jim 's fountain of reminiscence had run out for the present . `` I want you to guess . '' Captain Jim shook his head . `` I never was any hand at guessing , Mistress Blythe , and yet somehow when I come in I thought , ` Where have I seen them eyes before ? ' -- for I HAVE seen 'em . '' `` Think of a September morning many years ago , '' said Anne , softly . `` Think of a ship sailing up the harbor -- a ship long waited for and despaired of . Think of the day the Royal William came in and the first look you had at the schoolmaster 's bride . '' Captain Jim sprang up . `` They 're Persis Selwyn 's eyes , '' he almost shouted . `` You ca n't be her son -- you must be her -- '' `` Grandson ; yes , I am Alice Selwyn 's son . '' Captain Jim swooped down on Owen Ford and shook his hand over again . `` Alice Selwyn 's son ! Lord , but you 're welcome ! Many 's the time I 've wondered where the descendants of the schoolmaster were living .
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