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Fossell preserved an impassive, inscrutable face; but every time the Commandant ventured a new argument Mr. Fossell's high, bald head twinkled and suddenly changed colour like a chameleon. It was green, it was violet, it was bathed in a soft roseate glow like an Alpine peak at sunset; and still while he argued the Commandant was forced to dodge his body about lest Mr.
"You will excuse my discussing sport with you, sir? Sport, they say, puts all men on a level though, of course, I should not dream of claiming " But at this point the glass door opened, and Mr. Fossell emerged, briskly, holding what appeared to be a fair-sized stone. "How will you take it?" he asked, depositing this upon the counter.
She did not answer it; but her grey eyes glinted beneath their lids as she bent them upon the cards Mr. Fossell was dealing in his usual deliberate way glinted as though with a spark of flint struck out by steel. "The story may be apocryphal," pursued the Vicar, addressing deaf ears around the other table; "though, for my part, I incline to think there may be a substratum " Mr.
We must have missed the harbour by miles!" "You came ashore at Cam Point, most probably," Mr. Fossell suggested. "The tide sets that way, and from Cam Point it is but a step." "A step, is it? Man, I've been wandering in blank darkness for a full hour. Twice I've found myself on the edge of a cliff. I've followed walls only to be led into open fields.
The Vicar was heard to observe that, on the whole, intermarriage among the Islanders had not produced the disastrous effects usually predicted of it; and that, therefore, an infusion of fresh blood, at some date more or less remote, might reasonably be conjectured, even though incapable of proof. The Vicar, as he said this, looked across at Mrs. Fossell interrogatively.
Fossell should catch sight of a mirror fixed in the opposite wall, and perceive how strangely his scalp was behaving. Finally, Mr. Fossell turned as if convinced, walked away to an inner room, and came back bearing a bag of money, round and distended so tightly distended, indeed, that the Commandant called out to him to be careful of the contents.
"In my opinion," said Miss Gabriel, "the man is breaking up." She touched her forehead lightly with the tip of her forefinger. "Breaking up?" echoed her host and Mrs. Pope, incredulous. "My dear Elizabeth!" began Mrs. Fossell. "Breaking up," Miss Gabriel repeated with a very positive nod of her head.
"Dear me!" said Miss Gabriel, in the act of picking up her cards, "it seems as if this had happened a great many times before! What do you say, Mr. Fossell, to staking half-a-crown on the rubber, just to enliven the game? You don't object on principle, I know, to playing for money." "No, indeed, ma'am," answered Mr. Fossell.
In the next hand, Miss Gabriel for this was old-fashioned long whist held all four honours, and took the game. The Commandant looked at Mr. Fossell. But a financier is not disturbed by the risk of half-a-crown. Only half-a-crown! but for the Commandant a week between this half-a-crown and another.
Almost before he knew he had nodded, though with a set face, and by the nod committed himself. He felt his few coins burning in his breeches' pocket against his thigh, as if they warned him. But, after all, Fossell was an excellent player. They won the first game easily. They had almost won the second when a devastating seven trumps in Mr.
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