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Peterson and I made a cradle for Mrs. Daniver, with our locked hands, and so got her substantial weight aboard. Helena mutely waited, but seeing her so, and unwilling myself to be so near to her any more, I motioned her to step into the flat duck boat, dry shod, and so poled her out to the long boat; but I did so in silence, nor did she look up or speak to me.
Daniver, Miss Emory and two wholly imaginary and fearsome boys who very likely were made up from newspaper portraits of the James Brothers! Moreover, my hasty glance caught sight of a line in large letters, reading: TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS REWARD! "Peterson," said I calmly, handing him the paper, "they seem to be after us, and to value us rather high."
Daniver are you, my dear Mrs. Daniver?" I rejoined most impudently. "If the poor dear Admiral were alive," said she, sniffing, "you should repent those words!" "I wish the poor dear Admiral were here," said I. "I should like to ask an abler sailorman than Peterson what to do, with the glass falling as it is, and the holding ground none too good for an anchor.
"You had a fortune from your father." "What would I do?" I rejoined hotly. "What I did do settle every claim against his honor as much as against his estate judge his honor by my own standards, and not his. Pay my debts pay all my debts. It's independence, madam, and not money that I want. It's freedom, Mrs. Daniver, that I want, and not money.
"All litee," remarked John amiably, and started for the fire, such being his instinct, not with the purpose of getting warm, but of cooking something. And in half an hour he had a cup of hot bouillon all around. "It's a commendable thing," remarked Mrs. Daniver, "that you, sir, should go to the rescue of even a humble Chinaman. I find this bouillon delicious."
It's getting black, and it's colder. And after what you told me about the storms, and that lighthouse being blown down " "My dear Mrs. Daniver," said I, helping her to her chair while L'Olonnois served his Auntie Helena in like fashion, "you really must not take one too seriously. That lighthouse fell over of its own weight the contractor's work was done shamefully."
Said, yes, I knew you said you were a romantic chap, and a good business man, too and the best old scout in the world what?" I had arisen, and stood in some doubt. "What's the matter let's go on up to the house. I want to see Sally," he concluded. "And I want very much to see Helena," said I. "Only, it's going to be rather harder now to meet her and Mrs. Daniver."
Daniver who had been forgotten on board ship but, of course, that line of reasoning might not be followed out. And as for Mrs. Daniver herself, it was only just to say that she made a fair attempt at comradeship, considering that she had retired without any aid whatever for her neuralgia. Helena seemed reticent. The men, as usual, ate apart. I did not find myself loquacious.
The news of the new adventure now spread among our little party. Mrs. Daniver began sniffling. "Helena," I heard her say, "this is terrible." But meantime I was pulling off my sweater and fastening on a life belt. Nodding to Peterson, we both picked up the dingey, and when the next sea favored, made a swift run in the endeavor to break through the surf. "Let go!"
I ain't goin' to be married I am married! Day before yesterday, in New Orleans. And I don't believe in dandlin' an' foolin' around about a little thing like that. Ain't you married yet?" "No. Impossible. No preacher on Côte Blanche Bay or on our boat. I've got Aunt Lucinda Daniver along, to take care of the proprieties. If I should leave it to her, I never would be married." "Why?"
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