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Colville turned to see whether River Andrew had noticed, and saw that landsman looking skyward with an eye that seemed to foretell the early demise of a favouring wind. "That's 'The Last Hope," he said, in answer to Dormer Colville's question. "And it will take all Seth Clubbe's seamanship to save the tide.
We must not awake her sleeping sorrow until all is ready. I shall make the journey to Frohsdorf that I promise you. But to-night we have another task before us." "Yes yes," answered his listeners. "You are to open the locket. Where is it? show it to us." And the locket which Captain Clubbe's wife had given to Dormer Colville was handed from one to another.
He had yet to unlearn Captain Clubbe's unconscious teaching that a man's feelings are his own concern and no other has any interest or right to share in them, except one woman, and even she must guess the larger half. "But as the game progresses," went on Colville, reassuringly, "you will find out how it is played.
He had yet to unlearn Captain Clubbe's unconscious teaching that a man's feelings are his own concern and no other has any interest or right to share in them, except one woman, and even she must guess the larger half. "But as the game progresses," went on Colville, reassuringly, "you will find out how it is played.
"Un tel qu'on vantait Par hasard etait D'origine assez minoe; Par hasard il plut, Par hasard il fut Baron, ministre, et prince." Captain Clubbe's harsh voice broke into the song with the order to let go the anchor. As the ship swung to the tide the steersman, who wore neither coat nor waistcoat, could be seen idly handling the wheel still, though his duties were necessarily at an end.
"I do not think we had better bring Him into the question," was the retort: an odd reflex of Captain Clubbe's solid East Anglian piety. "No. If we go on with the thing at all, let us be honest enough to admit to ourselves that we are dishonest. The portrait in that locket points clearly enough to the Truth." "The portrait in that locket is of Marie Antoinette," replied Colville, half sullenly.
"We are all here, the Marquis, Barebone, and I. Clubbe took us on board one dark night in the Gironde and brought us home." "Are you hurt?" asked Turner, curtly. "Oh, no. But Clubbe's collar-bone is broken and his leg is crushed. We had to leave four on board; not room for them in the boat. That fool Barebone has gone back for them. He promised them he would. The sea out there is awful!"
The bell of Captain Clubbe's ship rang out the hour a new sound in the stillness of this forgotten town. "The Last Hope," added Dormer Colville, with a queer laugh. Neither had spoken again when their thoughts were turned aside from that story which Colville, instead of telling, had been called upon to hear.
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