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He hummed, his mouth worked, he regarded me steadily with his gray eyes, but resolutely held his peace. "I want to talk to you about the Flying Scud and Mr. Carthew," I resumed. "Come: you must have expected this. I am sure you know all; you are shrewd, and must have a guess that I know much. How are we to stand to one another? and how am I to stand to Mr. Carthew?"
Mac was once more conscious, his eyes haggard, his face drawn with pain and flushed with fever; and Carthew remembered he had never been seen to, had lain there helpless, and was so to lie all night, injured, perhaps dying. But it was now too late; reason had now fled from that silent ship.
A small, dark, thickset creature, with dog's eyes, of a disposition incomparably mild and harmless, he knocked about seas and cities, the uncomplaining whiptop of one vice. "The drink is my trouble, ye see," he said to Carthew shyly; "and it's the more shame to me because I'm come of very good people at Bowling, down the wa'er."
"Where was it?" "It was just on the other side of Putney Bridge, on the tramlines there." "Carthew wasn't hurt?" "Oh, no! Carthew was simply splendid." "How did it happen, exactly?" "Oh, Arthur, you with your 'exactlys'! Don't ask me. I'm too tired. Besides, I didn't see it. My eyes were shut" She closed her eyes.
"God, if there was another ship!" cried Carthew of a sudden. Wicks started and looked aloft with the trick of all seamen, and shuddered as he saw the hanging figure on the royal yard. "If I went aloft, I'd fall," he said simply. "I'm done up." It was Amalu who volunteered, climbed to the very truck, swept the fading horizon, and announced nothing within sight. "No odds," said Wicks.
I have the pleasure of informing you," said Norris. "I am afraid, Mr. Carthew, that I cannot regard that communication as official," was the slow reply. "I am not accustomed to have my word doubted!" cried Norris. "Hush! I allow no one to raise his voice in my office," said the lawyer. "And for that matter you seem to be a young gentleman of sense consider what I know of you.
Woodseer had been allowed to sit by his bed yesterday only for ten minutes, to divert him with his talk. She protected in this wretched manner the poor gentleman she sacrificed and emitted such a smell of secresy, that Livia wrote three words on her card, for it to be taken to Admiral Baldwin at once. Mrs. Carthew supplicated faintly; she was unheeded.
Now, there are degrees of foul play, to some of which I have no particular objection. I am sure with Mr. Carthew, I am not at all the person to forego an advantage, and I have much curiosity. But, on the other hand, I have no taste for persecution; and I ask you to believe that I am not the man to make bad worse, or heap trouble on the unfortunate." "Yes; I think I understand," said he.
I knew the name of the man Dickson his name was Carthew; I knew where the money came from that opposed us at the sale it was part of Carthew's inheritance; and in my gallery of illustrations to the history of the wreck, one more picture hung; perhaps the most dramatic of the series.
"But if a man don't mind that, he's pretty sure of a job there." "By George, you tell me where to go!" cried Carthew, rising.
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