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Joffler that is the name of the owner of Salisbury Plain advised me to invest it in a run of my own: there was enough to buy a large and important one. I went down to Melbourne to see the agents, and is there no such thing as fate, or chance, Ida! Indeed there is! as I was walking down one of the streets, I heard my name spoken. I turned and saw the stableman from the Woodman Inn, Mr.
Stafford bit his lip and tried to pull himself together; but his eyes were still fixed on the pale face, the girlish, black-clad figure, and his voice was shaky, as he said: "You're right, Mr. Joffler. It is too late now. I I thought I saw someone on the quay there. But it must have been fancy; it is impossible, quite impossible!" "That's it," said Mr. Joffler, with a sympathetic wink.
Joffler caught his arm as he was about to jump for the quay. "Steady, steady, sir!" he admonished, soothingly. "We can't stop and you'd break your neck trying to jump it! And all for a fancy, too, I'd stake my life! Hearten up, man, hearten up! You're not the first to feel sick and sorry at leavin' home and friends."
"Anything I can do for you, anybody you're looking for?" "No, oh, no!" said Ida, blushing and turning away. Mr. Joffler, for it was that genial Australian, nodded and stretched his moon-like face in a smile. "Thought you'd come to say 'good-bye' to someone, p'raps. Wish it was me!
Though, if it was, I've an idea that I should stay on air or no air and I'm blest if there ain't precious little about this morning! Hi, there! All ready? Bless it all, we'll be too late for the tide if he don't come," he said to the captain, who stood with one foot on the taffrail, an expression of impatience on his weather-beaten face. "Like enough he ain't comin', Mr. Joffler," he said.
Their eyes met and were enchained for a moment, which seemed an eternity; then the blood flew to his face, leaving it the next moment paler than before. He swung round to the fat man by his side and clutched his arm. "Wait! Stop the vessel! I want to go ashore!" he said, hoarsely. Mr. Joffler stared at him, then laughed. "Hold on, sir!" he said, not unsympathetically. "Hold on! Took queer like!
"Yes; it must have been fancy. She could not have been there. It is impossible!" Mr. Joffler whistled and winked to himself comprehendingly. "She!" he murmured. "Ah, that's it, is it? Ah, well I've been there myself! Don't you let the fancy upset you, sir! It 'ull pass afore we gets into the open. Nothing like the sea for teachin' you to forget gals you've left behind you!
He took out an envelope, intending to screw it up for a light, but suddenly caught sight of the address, and with genial gravity handed the envelope to Stafford. "There's my name Henery Joffler, and there's my address, and anybody at Melbourne will tell you the best way of getting there. Come when you like, winter or summer, and you'll find Henery Joffler ready to receive you with a welcome.
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