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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Was it a near thing?" "About as near as I care about it threw up the dust between my legs." The man called Joseph grinned. Nature had given him liberally of the wherewithal for indulgence in that relaxation, and Durnovo smiled rather constrainedly.
Providence, it seems or let us call it Fate was hovering over that lone African river, where two men, sitting in the stern of a native canoe, took it upon themselves to prearrange their lives. A month later Victor Durnovo was in London. He left behind him in Africa Jack Meredith, whose capacities for organisation were developing very quickly. There was plenty of work for each to do.
He had lived the latter and the larger part of his life among men who said, in action if not in words, I am hungry, or I am thirsty; I want this, or I want that; and if you are not strong enough to keep it, I will take it from you. This man was different; and Victor Durnovo did not know could not find out WHAT he wanted. He had at first been inclined to laugh at him.
They will make a fortune, and I believe that Durnovo knows where it is growing in quantities." "I cannot see how it would pay him to deceive us in the matter. That is the best way of looking at it," murmured Jack reflectively. "When I first met him, the man thought he was dying, and for the time I really believe that he was honest. Some men are honest when they feel unwell.
Durnovo had already built up for himself a reputation. He was known as one of the foremost ivory traders on the coast a man capable of standing against those enormous climatic risks before which his competitors surely fell sooner or later. His knowledge of the interior was unrivalled, his power over the natives a household word.
An advance column, commanded by Meredith and Durnovo, was selected to push on to the Plateau, while Oscard and Joseph followed more leisurely with the baggage and the slower travellers.
Durnovo, the Minister of the Interior, issued a circular, repealing the old decree of 1880, which had sanctioned the residence outside the Pale of Settlement of all those Jews who had lived there previously. That decree had been prompted by the motive to prevent the complete economic ruin of the Jews who were settled in places outside the Pale and had created there industrial enterprises.
Victor Durnovo stooped over one of these. He buried his face among the leaves of it, and suddenly he toppled over. "Yes," he cried as he fell, "it's Simiacine!" And he turned over with a groan of satisfaction, and lay like a dead man. Since all that I can ever do for thee Is to do nothing, may'st thou never see, Never divine, the all that nothing costeth me.
Jocelyn Gordon found a sort of fearful joy in the anger of this self-contained Englishman. It was an unfathomed mine of possible punishment over which she could in thought hold Victor Durnovo. "Nothing," she went on, "could be too mean nothing could be mean enough to mete out to him in payment of his own treachery and cowardice."
"I want you," said Oscard. There was a little pause, an ominous silence, and Victor Durnovo slowly followed Oscard out of the room, leaving that ominous silence behind. "I leave for Msala to-night," said Oscard, when they were outside, "and you are coming with me." "I'll see you damned first!" replied Durnovo, with a courage born of Irish whisky.
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