`` I think we must , '' said Anne , rather coldly . `` It 's getting late , and I 've some work to do . '' `` But you 'll both come to see me , wo n't you ? '' asked Philippa , getting up and putting an arm around each . `` And let me come to see you . I want to be chummy with you . I 've taken such a fancy to you both . And I have n't quite disgusted you with my frivolity , have I ? '' `` Not quite , '' laughed Anne , responding to Phil 's squeeze , with a return of cordiality . `` Because I 'm not half so silly as I seem on the surface , you know . You just accept Philippa Gordon , as the Lord made her , with all her faults , and I believe you 'll come to like her . Is n't this graveyard a sweet place ? I 'd love to be buried here . Here 's a grave I did n't see before -- this one in the iron railing -- oh , girls , look , see -- the stone says it 's the grave of a middy who was killed in the fight between the Shannon and the Chesapeake . Just fancy ! '' Anne paused by the railing and looked at the worn stone , her pulses thrilling with sudden excitement . The old graveyard , with its over-arching trees and long aisles of shadows , faded from her sight . Instead , she saw the Kingsport Harbor of nearly a century agone . Out of the mist came slowly a great frigate , brilliant with `` the meteor flag of England . '' Behind her was another , with a still , heroic form , wrapped in his own starry flag , lying on the quarter deck -- the gallant Lawrence .
Time 's finger had turned back his pages , and that was the Shannon sailing triumphant up the bay XXXXX the Chesapeake as her prize .
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