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One of Cantor's hands gripped at Dave's throat. In the traitor's other hand flashed a narrow-bladed Mexican knife. "The score is settled at last!" hissed Cantor, as he drove the weapon down. It's the thought that can take shape in the hundredth part of a second that saves human life at such a crisis.
Passion, he had not a notion of: otherwise he would not be delaying; the interview, dramatized by the father of the young bud of womanhood, would be taking place, and the entry into Lakelands calculable, for Nataly's comfort, as under the aegis of the Cantor earldom.
"Ensign, I have gone over the papers in last night's affair," began the "Old Man," as a naval vessel's commander is called, when not present. "Yes, sir?" The captain's face was inexpressive; it was impossible to tell what was going on in his mind. "I have given careful attention to your report, and also to that of Lieutenant Cantor. I have talked with Mr.
"Aye, aye, sir!" Darrin answered. "Is that you, Ensign Darrin?" "Aye, aye, sir." "Lay to. I am coming alongside." As the launch under Dave's command lost headway, then lay idly on the light ground swell, the other launch circled about her, then came up under the port quarter. "Did you find the American party, Ensign Darrin?" demanded Lieutenant Cantor.
Satisfied that there were no eavesdroppers near, Lieutenant Cantor stepped back, facing the young ensign, whom he looked over with an expression of mingled hate and distress. "I believe we have met before," said Cantor, with a quick, hissing indrawing of his breath. "To my very great regret, we have, sir," Darrin answered, coldly. "Last night!" "Yes, sir." "And you behaved abominably, Darrin!"
Trent fixed his brother officer with a rather contemptuous glance as he answered, stiffly. "Cantor, there are two marines aft. Go and tell your version to the marines." "Are you going to call me a liar, too?" demanded Cantor, his eyes blazing, as he turned a threatening face to Trent. "Keep cool," urged Lieutenant Trent, "and you'll get out of this affair more easily than you would otherwise."
Old Ursel should help counsel him. The doctor liked her, and, in spite of the severe illness, she had kept her clever brain. He would take Barbara into his confidence, too, for what concerned him concerned her also. But when he turned from the Haidplatz into Red Cock Street he saw three fine horses in front of the cantor house. A groom held their bridles.
Stuart Rem had declared the union between the almost designated head of the Cantor family and a young person of no name, of worse than no birth, impossible: 'absolutely and totally impossible, he, had said, in his impressive fashion, speaking from his knowledge of the family, and an acquaintance with Dudley. She must necessarily have learnt why Dudley Sowerby withdrew.
Yet he instantly thought better of it, and forced back the sarcastic retort that rose to his lips. "You're not going to succeed in the Navy, sir," Cantor continued, then, seeing the young ensign's face still impassive, he added, with a malicious leer: "Since you are determined to make an enemy of me, Darrin, I shall do my best to see to it that you have short shrift in the service."
Twenty years ago, roughly speaking, Dedekind and Cantor asked this question, and, what is more remarkable, they answered it. They found, that is to say, a perfectly precise definition of an infinite number or an infinite collection of things. This was the first and perhaps the greatest step. It then remained to examine the supposed contradictions in this notion.
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