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Clayton touched him on the shoulder, but he slept on, his head to one side, his breathing slow and heavy. It required some little effort to waken him. "Graham!" said Clayton sharply. "Yes." He stirred, but did not open his eyes. "Graham! Wake up, boy." Graham sat up suddenly and looked at him. The whites of his eyes were red, but he had slept off the dinner wine. He was quite himself.
Graham, recognizing the voice, turned round, and saw the Countess G leaning on the arm of a young man with whom she had been dancing. "But it is really stifling!" she exclaimed, dropping into an arm-chair by the table as her partner retired. "Monsieur does not dance, apparently," she continued, addressing Horace.
He had thought of that possibility in the train and he was miserably uncomfortable, with all his joy at the prospect of seeing her again. He felt that the emergency must be his justification. Clayton was still abroad, and even his most captious critics would admit that Natalie should have a friend by if she were in trouble. Visions of Graham wounded filled his mind.
Graham; "I don't doubt she'd give her head to anybody that asked for it; but I hope I know a little better what is due to myself; and I tell you plainly, Miss Gertrude Flint, without any more words in the matter, that if you leave my house, as you propose doing, you leave it with my displeasure; and that, you may find one of these days, it is no light thing to have incurred unnecessarily too, as you are doing."
I caught him in his office. He's young, a good surgeon," Dick explained to Graham. "He's nervy and daring, and I'd trust him in this farther than some of the old ones with reputations. What do you think, Mr. Hennessy? What chance has she?" "Looks pretty bad, though I'm no judge, being only a horse doctor. Robinson'll know. Nothing to do but wait."
All about us, beneath us, sorrow and pain. All the shallow delight of such life as you find about you, is separated by just a little from a life of wretchedness beyond any telling Yes, the poor know it they know they suffer. These countless multitudes who faced death for you two nights since ! You owe your life to them." "Yes," said Graham, slowly. "Yes. I owe my life to them."
'Your father has no secrets from me, she said decisively, 'and, from all I know, it is impossible that any news can have upset him so much. 'Dr Graham may be able to explain, said Gabriel. 'I don't want Dr Graham's explanation, whimpered Mrs Pendle, tearfully. 'I dislike of all things to hear from a stranger what should be told to myself.
It was just at this moment, when the jazz band was breaking into its most beguiling number, that Quin's eyes and the girl's eyes met in a glance of mutual desire. History repeated itself. Once again, "with total disregard for his personal safety, Sergeant Graham assumed command when his officer was disabled," and rashly flung himself into the breach.
Graham inclined his head a little. Elaine Graham sprang to her feet. "I'm terribly sorry," she apologized contritely. "It's just that I " Bond took off the headband abruptly. "I'm sorry, too," he said. "I was prying." He looked down at the device. "I'm not too sure about this thing," he added. "It works. I can see that much. But I'm almost afraid it works too well. What's it going to cause?"
They had been pursued about the seas by the ships of Sweyn of Colonsay, but having outdistanced him they were now returning to the island to search for their lost leader. Either alive or dead, he must, they said, be found. Had it not been for Duncan Graham, who alone, of all men, knew where Kenric was imprisoned, all search for him must have been fruitless.
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