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Much depends on his condition. If he is a single man, I may secure him. If he is married and has a family, I shall find greater difficulties in the way. The great thing is not to hope too much. I will try, if you will allow me, and I will leave no stone unturned." "Captain Fyffe, how shall I thank you?" cried Miss Rossano. "I shall be repaid, madame," I answered, "if I succeed."
And since they can never come together, it is better for her to go on believing that he died while she was in her babyhood." "What is to prevent their coming together?" I asked. "He is a prisoner," said Brunow, gravely. "Mind you, Fyffe, I tell you this in the strictest confidence, and I know you well enough to trust you."
You must permit me to point out to you that you are adopting a very dangerous course, and I must warn you that I shall do my best to frustrate a design which seems to me so ureasonable and so cruel that I should never have thought you capable of forming it." "You will do your best, of course," she answered, "and I shall do mine. I wish you good-morning, Captain Fyffe."
No sportsman shoots with last year's cartridges, and a man whose life depends upon his ammunition should be at least as careful as a sportsman. "Now," said Mr. Quorn, "I like this this is business. This comes of talking to an expert." But all the same I could see that he was not over-pleased by my interference at this point. "We will leave that to your judgment, my dear Fyffe," said the count.
I think that love at first sight must be a commoner thing than many people imagine. If it was so real with a sober-sided, hard-headed fellow like myself, who had spent all the years of his manhood in rough-and-tumble warfare, what must it be with romantic and high-strung people who are more naturally prone to it. "You will run great risks, Captain Fyffe," said her ladyship.
She cast an indignant glance at me, and fanned herself at a great rate for a full minute before she answered. "Come," I repeated more than once; "what is this dreadful truth? Surely I have a right to know it." "You shall know it, Captain Fyffe," she answered, in a voice of weeping menace such as women use when they are both wounded and angry; "you shall have it in a word."
I am asking nothing for myself, Captain Fyffe, remember, and I would not stoop to make terms at all if it were not for this unhappy woman's sake. Will you promise me this?" I thought the matter over for a minute, and I promised. As it turned out, I never did an unwiser thing; but I had no means of knowing how unwise it was, and I was affected by her tears and protestations.
If I have done you wrong, I beg your pardon. If I have done you wrong, I beg your forgiveness with all my heart. But surely, Captain Fyffe, you do not in cold blood propose to one woman that she shall throw another on the world, that she should cast her, however frail she may have been, into new temptations.
I said I had heard the story from Brunow, but that I understood he had bound himself to strict secrecy about it. "He might as well have held his tongue," cried her ladyship, "for all the good talking can do. But I've known George Brunow all his life, Captain Fyffe, and of course the idea of his keeping a secret is absurd. Mr.
"Captain Fyffe, I believe?" he said, rather awkwardly. "That is my name," I answered. "What is your business?" "I beg pardon for coming here, sir," he responded, "but I have been waiting all night to find the Honorable Mr. Brunow, and I have only just heard that he was here. Can I have a word with you, sir?" He turned to Brunow as he spoke.
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