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"Those forty men leastwise thirty-four men that we brought from Msala Mr. Durnovo's men, that cultivate this 'ere Simiacine as they call it they're different from the rest, sir." "Yes, of course they are. We do not hire them direct we hire them from Mr. Durnovo and pay their wages to him. They are of a different tribe from the others not fighting men but agriculturists." "Ah " Joseph paused.
Since Durnovo's plain-spoken threat had been uttered Gordon had thought of little else, and it was well known that Jocelyn's influence was all that prevented him from taking hopelessly to drink. When away from her at the sub-factories it is to be feared that he gave way to the temptation.
Guy Oscard seemed to have inherited the mind inquisitive from his learned father. He asked another question later on. "Who is that woman?" he said during dinner, with a little nod towards the doorway, through which the object of his curiosity had passed with some plates. "That is the mother of the stout Nestorius," answered Jack "Durnovo's housekeeper."
Jack Meredith, when he took his eyes from Durnovo's, glancing at Jocelyn, suddenly became aware of the presence of a beautiful woman. The crisis was past; and if Jack knew it, so also did Jocelyn.
"Not you!" he went on, laying his hand on Durnovo's shoulder again; "Joseph will fetch them, thank you." So the forty or the thirty-seven survivors, for one had died on the journey up and two had been murdered were brought. They were peaceful, timorous men, whose manhood seemed to have been crushed out of them; and slowly, word by word, their grim story was got out of them.
And there are, thank Heaven! amidst a multitude of female doctors, female professors, female wranglers, a few female women left. Jack Meredith knew quite well what he was about when he listened with a favourable ear to Durnovo's scheme. He knew that this man was not a gentleman, but his own position was so assured that he could afford to associate with any one. Here, again, men are safer.
On the first impulse of the moment he gave no thought to himself or his own interests, and spoke with undisguised contempt. He might have been speaking to a beggar on the roadside. Durnovo's eyes flashed dangerously, and his tobacco-stained teeth clenched for a moment over his lower lip. "That is my desire and intention." "Look here, Durnovo!" exclaimed Gordon. "Don't be a fool!
Victor Durnovo's standard was not a high one; that was all. And in continuing to treat him as an equal, and trust him as such, Guy Oscard only showed that he was a cleverer man than the world took him to be. In due time Msala was reached. As the canoes suitable for up-river traffic were by no means sufficient to transport the whole of the expeditionary force in one journey, a division was made.
It was one of those rare cases where human life seems no longer sacred; and this refined, educated, gentle English lady found herself face to face with the fact that Victor Durnovo's life would be cheap at the price of her own. At this moment Providence, with the wisdom of which we sometimes catch a glimpse, laid another trouble upon her shoulders.
The letter is in duplicate, sent by two good messengers, who go by different routes. When Jocelyn looked up, dry-lipped, breathless, Nala was standing before her, beaming with self-importance. "Who gave you this?" "Marie at Msala." "Who is she?" "Oh Mr. Durnovo's woman at Msala. She keeps his house." "But this letter is for Mr. Durnovo," cried Jocelyn, whose fear made her unreasonably angry.
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