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For she knew that the end, whatever it might be, was not far away. Durkin's first feeling, as he scrambled to his feet and half-stumbled, half-groped his way along the narrow, tunnel-like passage, was an untimely and impotent and almost delirious passion to get out into the open and fight fight to the last, if need be, for all that narrowing life still held for him.
"I'm afraid not," answered Amy. "The fact is, sir, this fellow has a lamentable habit of speaking disrespectfully of his school. I have warned him that I didn't like it and he persists. What I " "It isn't that, sir!" cried Dreer passionately. "He says I I broke Durkin's fiddle, and I didn't, and the rest is only an excuse to to fight me! He hasn't any right " "Dreer!" protested Amy.
Of course, when Durkin told me that I had a hunch what had happened and I hot-footed it to 'Horace. He confessed that it was Sawyer who had told him he'd seen me carrying off the book. So he streaked off after Sawyer, found him somewhere and took him to Durkin's room. Sawyer " "Were you there too?" asked Tom excitedly. "No, he told me to wait in his study for him.
She had felt the almost galvanic, precautionary response of Durkin's body; now she could hear his whispered ejaculation as he clutched at her and thrust her back. "You must get away, quick, whatever happens," he said hurriedly. There was a second tremor and rattle of the door; it might come in at any moment. "Don't think of me," she whispered. "It's you!"
The dreaminess suddenly went out of Durkin's eyes, as he listened. "Postal-Union Telegraph bonds, valued at $102,345," went on the reading voice, and again the interrupting critic remarked: "Which, you see, we may regard as very significant, since it both obviously and inferably demonstrates that the telegraph company and the poolrooms are compelled to stand together!"
She was in a blind and unreasoning passion of vituperative malevolence by this time, her face drawn and withered with fear, her eyes luminous, in the dungeon-like half-lights, with the inner fire of her hate. "Keep cool, my dear, keep cool!" mocked MacNutt, without a trace of trepidation at all her vague threats. "Durkin's not dead yet!"
"Ab Durkin's one of the most lawless critters on the Park Range; and I've got all I'm goin' to stand from him. The sheriff will settle him when he gits here " "I don't care anything about the sheriff. The coward shall suffer for this, if he is the one who attacked me. I'll drive him out myself, if you won't help me. I'll " "I'm with you all right, pardner." "Then, come.
They seemed strangely nearer to each other, after that night, and the peacefulness of their cruise to Bari remained uninterrupted. And once clear of that port Durkin's nervousness somewhat lightened, for he had figured out that they would be able to connect with one of the Cunard liners at Trieste.
But the strangest part of the whole situation is the fact that not one of us, from any corner of the triangle, dares turn to the police for one jot of protection. None of us can run crying to the arms of constituted authority when we get hurt!" A consciousness of their lonely detachment from their kind, of their isolation, crept through Durkin's mind.
In the wake of this came the memory of still earlier scenes and still more passionate cries for what he had so scantily given her. Then suddenly he smote his knees with his clenched fists, and said aloud: "It can't be true! It can't be true!" Any passion so neutral and negative as jealousy soon burned itself out in an actively positive brain like Durkin's.
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