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At that moment she was incapable of speech. Alston Lake cleared his throat. "Say," began Crayford, after a prolonged pause, during which he seemed to be thinking profoundly, pulling incessantly at his beard, and yielding to a strong attack of the tic which sometimes afflicted him "say, can't you get that husband of yours to come right back from wherever he is?"
Half-way down the length of the room he and Clara met one another face to face. A new light sparkled in the poor wretch's eyes; a cry of recognition burst from his lips. He flung one hand up wildly in the air. "Found!" he shouted, and rushed out to the beach before any of the men present could stop him. Mrs. Crayford put her arms round Clara and held her up.
Her hand twitched more convulsively under Susan's as she thought of, waited for, the sound. The locust scene was a triumph for Crayford, Mr. Mulworth, and Jimber. The scene which succeeded it was a triumph for Alston Lake. Whatever else this night might bring forth one thing was certain; Alston had "made good." He had "won out" and justified Crayford's belief in him.
"I'll put Europe through my sieve anyway," said Mr. Crayford. "No man can do more. And very few men know the way to do as much. Are you interested in music?" "Intensely." She paused, looking at the little man before her. She was hesitating whether to tell him that she had married a musician or to refrain.
John Want answers his officer in his own cheerful way. "I've done it as well as I can, sir but the damp of this place is beginning to tell upon our very ropes. I say nothing about our lungs I only say our ropes." Crayford answers sharply. He seems to have lost his former relish for the humor of John Want. "Pooh!
Is she in delicate health? Mrs. Crayford shakes her head; sighs mysteriously; and answers, "In very delicate health, Captain Helding." "Consumptive?" "Not in the least." "I am glad to hear that. She is a charming creature, Mrs. Crayford. She interests me indescribably. Is it indiscreet, my dear lady, to inquire what is the matter with her?"
"Now, Clara!" cried Mrs. Crayford, "which of us is right? I who believed in the mercy of God? or you who believed in a dream?" She never answered; she clung to Frank in speechless ecstasy. She never even looked at the man who had preserved him, in the first absorbing joy of seeing Frank alive. Step by step, slower and slower, Richard Wardour drew back, and left them by themselves.
Officers of the Wanderer and the Sea-mew, do you agree to that way of meeting the difficulty?" All the officers agreed, with the one exception of Wardour, who still kept silence. "Men of the Wanderer and Sea-mew, your officers agree to cast lots. Do you agree too?" The men agreed without a dissentient voice. Crayford handed the box and the dice to Captain Helding. "You throw first, sir.
"Is Captain Helding here, sir?" he asked, addressing himself to Wardour. Wardour pointed to Crayford. "The lieutenant will tell you," he said. Crayford advanced and questioned the quartermaster. "What do you want with Captain Helding?" he asked. "I have a report to make, sir. There has been an accident on the ice." "To one of your men?" "No, sir. To one of our officers."
But, oh, sometimes I feel as if this suppressed impatience were making me ill, physically and mentally, as if it were a kind of poison stealing all through me! Can you understand?" "Can I? You bet! I only wish the thing could be ready before Crayford goes back to the States." "When does he go?" "Some time in September, I believe. He goes on the Continent after July.
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