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And then he's so fond of his brother. He'd scarcely care to be a minute behindhand, when he has the chance of seeing Captain George." Joyce went into the bar. The landlord was scrutinizing the address of a letter a foreign letter. "Didn't you say your friend's name was Jernam?" he asked. "I did." "Then this letter must be for him.
Jernam to walk into her little bedroom, and showed her, lying on a neat humble bed, carefully covered with a white coverlet, and in the deep sleep of childhood, the infant heiress of Raynham!
"Well, perhaps I am sweet upon her," replied Valentine Jernam "perhaps I'm fool enough to be caught by a pretty face, and not wise enough to keep my folly a secret." "I've got a Little business to see to over in Rotherhithe," said Mr. Wayman, presently; "you'll see after the bar while I'm gone, Nancy.
He had responded warmly to Harker's letters; he had more than sanctioned the outlay which he had made, in money paid and money promised, to the skilled detective to whom Harker had entrusted the investigation of the murder of Valentine Jernam.
These instructions included a request that Joyce Harker would visit Susan Jernam in person, and furnish George with details relative to that venerable lady's requirements, looks, health, and general circumstances.
She was wont to roam disconsolately for hours about the secluded coast, giving free course to her sadness, and cherishing one dear secret. Rosamond was so much changed in appearance of late that Susan Jernam began to feel seriously uneasy about her.
Valentine Jernam arrived at Plymouth early the next morning, and walked from Plymouth to the little village of Allanbay, in which lived the only relative he had in the world, except his brother George. Walking at a leisurely pace along the quiet road, Captain Jernam, although not usually a thoughtful person, was fain to think about something, and fell to thinking over the past.
It was a dark night dark even here in Wapping, darker still on the road by which Valentine Jernam found himself travelling presently.
"Past eight o'clock," he said; "and I've got a five-mile walk between me and home. My girl, Jenny, will be waiting up for me, and getting anxious about her father." In the excitement of play, and the fever engendered by strong drink, Valentine Jernam had forgotten the ballad-singer. But this mention of her name brought the vision of the beautiful face back to him.
"I don't mind standing treat for a civil fellow like you," he said; "come, mates, what do you say to a bowl of punch?" The men looked at him and grinned a ready assent. Valentine Jernam called the landlord, and ordered a bowl of rum-punch. "Plenty of it, remember, and be sure you are not too liberal with the water," said the captain. The landlord nodded and laughed.
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