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"If not " and the decisive closing of a door on his departing heel said the rest. The clocks struck ten. It was not worth while going back to the drawing-room. All Farlingford was abed in those days by nine o'clock. Barebone took his coat and prepared to follow Turner. Miriam was already lighting her bedroom candle. She bade the two men good night and went slowly upstairs.
Jean made no answer, but lashed his horse and pointed upward to the sky with his whip. Barebone rode in front to encourage the slower horse. At the village of Mortagne he signed to Jean to wait before the inn until he had taken his horse to the stable and paid for its hire.
He looked slowly round the peering faces, two and three deep round the table. He was the oldest man present one of the oldest in Paris one of the few now living who had known Marie Antoinette. Without uncovering the locket, he handed it to Barebone across the table with a bow worthy of the old regime and his own historic name. "It is right that you should be the first to see it," he said.
He turned at the sound of the church clock and looked at his son, whose attitude towards Barebone was that of an admiring younger brother. "Sep," he said, "your extra half-hour has passed. You will have time tomorrow and for many days to come to exchange views with Loo." The boy was old before his time, as the children of elderly parents always are. "Very well," he said, with a grave nod.
Colville wondered a second time why Loo Barebone reminded him of Captain Clubbe to-night. "What makes you believe that?" he asked. "Oh, I don't know. But that isn't the question. The question is about the future. You see how things are in France. It is a question of Louis Napoleon or a monarchy you see that.
Suddenly Barebone rose to his feet, hauled in hand over hand, and when the dinghy was near enough, leaped across two yards of water to her gunwale. The Captain heard the thud of his feet on the thwart, and looking back over his shoulder saw and understood in a flash of thought. But even then he did not understand that Loo was aught else but a landsman half-recovered from seasickness.
This extraordinary body is known as Barebone's Parliament, from a distinguished member, a London merchant, with the characteristically Puritan name of Praisegod Barebone. Many of these godly men were unpractical and hard to deal with.
The man brought me from Ipswich to the outskirts of Farlingford, and I sent him back to the high road to wait for me there, to put up and stay all night, if necessary." Barebone was beginning to feel tired. The wind was abominably cold. He heard with satisfaction that Colville had as usual foreseen his wishes.
Pierre Lawrence to one and another. "He knows nothing, and so far as I am aware, is no politician merely a banker, you understand. Leave him alone and he will go to sleep." During the three weeks which Loo Barebone had spent very pleasantly at the Villa Cordouan, Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence had provided music and light refreshment for her friends on several occasions.
For most men are cowards and shun responsibility. Most men unconsciously steer their way by proverb or catchword; and all the wise saws of all the nations preach cowardice. Barebone saw his road now, and Dormer Colville knew that he saw it. When they crossed the Loire they passed the crisis, and Colville breathed again like one who had held his breath for long.
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