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"No damage to speak of, Cousin Mercy, save for a few shot holes in her hull, and a good many patches on her side the work of a Moorish corsair, with whom we had a sharp brush by the way." "And was there loss of life, Roger?" "We have come back nine hands shorter than we sailed with, and there are a few on board still unfit for hard work." "And did you fight, Cousin Roger?" Dorothy Beggs asked.
There was a new look about him a look of responsibility, of efficiency, of clear- headed knowledge. The two clasped hands a firm, sincere, understanding grip. Buck spoke first. "It's good to see you. We were talking of you as you came in. You know Mr. Beggs, of course. He has some things to tell you and so have I. His will be business things, mine will be personal.
Let his chums and Shack Beggs take care of the New Foundland, the Irish setter, the beagle, the rabbit hound, and several more, even to a sturdy looking squatty bulldog that must have used his short bowlegs to some advantage to keep pace with the rest of the pack; his duty was to meet the oncoming of that natural leader, and wind up his career.
The members of the local had been anxious about Samuel all day. Everley had come in twice in the afternoon, to make sure that he was safe; and he came over again after supper, and said that Beggs and Lippman and the Bartons and himself were coming to act as a body guard to take Samuel to the meeting.
He avoided thinking directly of Meta Beggs, partly from the shreds of the superstitious dread that had once colored his attitude toward his wife and partly from the necessity to control what otherwise would sweep him into a resistless torrent. However, most of his impatience had vanished a little while now, and in a discreet manner he could grasp all that he had believed so hopelessly removed.
We're on to your sly tricks, Shack Beggs! You didn't come out here for nothing, I take it!" Shack however had managed to overcome his sudden fear.
He knew men, plenty of them, who were actually unfaithful to their wives: he had done nothing of that sort. He endeavored to grow infuriated with Meta Beggs, then with Mrs. Caley; he endeavored to place upon them the responsibility for that attenuated, agonized sound from the house; but without success. He had made a terrible blunder.
The importance of that latter fact had dimmed; the omnipotence of money had dwindled: for instance, any conceivable sum would be powerless to still that cry from within. In a way it had risen from the very fact of Pompey Hollidew's fortune Meta Beggs would never have considered him aside from it. He endeavored to curse the old man's successful avarice, but without any satisfaction.
Buckley Simmons needn't know. Perhaps we can slip away from him for a while." Voices rose from below them, and they drew back instinctively. Gordon found in this desire to avoid observation an additional bond with Meta Beggs; the aspect of secrecy gave a flavor to their communion. They remained silent, with their shoulders pressed together, until the voices, the footfalls, faded into the distance.
"Why," Billie went on to explain, glancing at the letter again, "Miss Beggs says that the statue had been broken before and she had attempted to mend it. She says that I'm not to worry over it, for it would have been only a matter of time before it had fallen to pieces itself anyway. Now what do you think of that?"
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