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Guy briefly introduced himself and party, and handed Sir Arthur the despatches, explaining how the seals came to be broken, but making no mention of Torres. The governor knit his brow as he read them over, and then, to his companion, he remarked lightly, "All nonsense, all nonsense. Another government scare, Carrington."
Once on deck, however, he insisted on scrambling to his feet. 'Not damaged? inquired Lieutenant Strang with a touch of anxiety in his voice. 'Not a bit, sir, Ken answered. 'I congratulate you, Carrington. It was an uncommon good and plucky bit of work, and I shall see that it is reported to your own commanding officer.
"Nina Carrington, Nina Carrington," the roar and rush of the wheels seemed to sing the words. "Nina Carrington, N. C." And I then knew, knew as surely as if I had seen the whole thing. There had been an N. C. on the suit-case belonging to the woman with the pitted face. How simple it all seemed. Mattie Bliss had been Nina Carrington. It was she Warner had heard in the library.
"But, look here, Carrington, have you collected no other facts whatever about this case?" Carrington shot him a curious glance, but answered nothing else. "Oh well," said Ned, "if you don't want to say anything yet, don't say it. Play your hand as you think best." "Mr.
There was something uncanny in the thought that they were spinning along, sixty feet below the sea-level, cut off from all the living world. 'Pass the word the commander wishes to see Carrington, came a voice. 'Lootenant Strang wants you, said Williams. 'Go right aft. Sentry'll show you. And go careful, mind you. Submarines ain't the sort o' shops for foot races.
Knowing that little was to be hoped for near the camp of their starving comrades, they set off in the direction of French Creek. At this stream the party separated, and a little later two of the men were attacked by Tory farmers. Flying along the creek for some distance they came to a small cave in a bluff, and one of them, a young Southerner named Carrington, scrambled into it.
"If you will come to my chambers," said Carrington, "I shall be delighted to go into things with you, and to advise you to the best of my ability. If you could manage to come at half-past nine on Monday morning, I would be there early and could give you twenty minutes." He wrote down the address, and, handing it to Rachel, rang the bell.
Could she have ceased to care for him? Could any one else, richer more disinterested have usurped his place in her heart? The baronet remembered what Victor Carrington had said about Douglas Dale; but he could not for one moment believe that his cousin a man whom he considered infinitely beneath him had the power to win Paulina Durski's affection.
Carrington was silent for awhile; but when, after a considerable pause, he at length spoke, his voice betrayed a despair as intense in its quiet depth as the louder passion of his companion. "I cannot believe it," he exclaimed, in a hoarse whisper. "I tell you, man, you must, have made some senseless mistake. The will cannot have been destroyed."
"You may need it at Belle Plain. Goodby, and God bless you!" Just where he had parted from Ware, Carrington sat his horse, his brows knit and his eyes turned in the direction of the path. He was on his way to a plantation below Girard, the owner of which had recently imported a pack of bloodhounds; but this unexpected encounter with Ware had affected him strangely.
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