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"Because I detest him, and hate the very sight of him." "But he is of a fine family, and his father, Lord Donaster, is immensely rich. Burton is his only son, and he will inherit the estate, so you will be Lady Donaster. It is very seldom a girl meets with such an opportunity in this province." The girl gave her head a slight toss, and her face flushed more than ever.
Donaster stared at the intruder, uncertain whether to class him as a fool or a madman. Grimsby divined his thoughts and his eyes twinkled more than ever. "Yes," he continued, "duty leads me into many places, and sometimes I receive rebuffs. But when a man has a great mission, such as mine is, he bears all things patiently. Patience is a great virtue, sir. It is worthy of cultivation."
Anyone observing his manner might have mistaken him for a visitant from another world, clothed in human fashion, and mingling for a time in the ways of men. Such was the outward appearance of Gabriel Grimsby, the stand-between. After a while Donaster rose and made his way into the billiard-room at the rear of the building. He was an expert player, and soon was deeply engaged in his favourite game.
Instantly he thought of the motorboat. It would save them. But Donaster and his companion had thought of it first and were already on board. The rope was almost untied when Donaster called to him. "Come with us. This is our only chance. Hustle." Only for a second did Eben hesitate. He was young and life was dear. But he must not leave.
In his hands he clutched the stick and waited. He heard the men groping around below. "It's as dark as h down here," Donaster was saying. "Hustle on deck, Bill, and fetch that fool down to give us a light." The man at once obeyed, but no sooner had he placed his right foot upon the bottom step than a roar of warning greeted him from above.
Now we've got to buy a new anchor, an' mebbe a new chain. It doesn't pay to botch things, does it?" Donaster made no reply, but stood looking straight before him. He had not heard Eben's words, for his mind was upon matters of more importance to him than an old chain and anchor. They were gliding down the Narrows now, the wind and current bearing them rapidly along.
I was thinking about Donaster." "H'm, it's no wonder ye couldn't sleep with that skunk in yer mind. Couldn't ye find something better to think about?" "I suppose so, but I didn't want to. Ye see, he's anxious for me to find Miss Randall for him. Then when she's found, to make a show of kidnapping her, or getting her into a dangerous place, so he can come along and rescue her. See?"
"And so you hope to make Miss Randall Lady Donaster?" Grimsby at length questioned. "That is my intention. Why do you ask?" "But what if you never will be Lord Donaster? What then?" "Why, what do you mean? I shall inherit the title as soon as my father dies." "But suppose you have no right to the title?" Donaster gave a distinct start. Then he laughed. "H'm, you needn't worry about that.
Donaster hesitated for a few seconds, but at length pulled a roll of bills from his pocket and counted out twenty-five dollars. "Now, make me out a cheque for half of what you have in the bank," Grimsby ordered as he pocketed the money. "I want to draw it as soon as the bank opens in the morning." Donaster at first protested, but Grimsby was firm, and threatened what he would do.
During the whole of this time Gabriel Grimsby had been sitting not far away watching Donaster most intently. He was much better dressed than on the evening he had presented himself before Mrs. Randall and demanded payment for his silence. His face still bore the placid expression of peace and contentment, while his eyes beamed their goodwill to all.
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