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He took his hat and coat from the waiter, and made his way out without a word. At the street door, confronting the waning foliage of the Embankment garden, Kervick was emboldened to recall to him the fact of his presence. "Which way are you going?" he asked. "I don't know," Thorpe answered absently. "I think I think I'll take a walk on the Embankment by myself."
And let's see Kervick is entirely my man. That leaves Watkin and Davidson and they don't matter. They're mere guinea-pigs. A few hundreds apiece would shut them up, if you thought it was worth while to give them anything at all." "And about the property, the rubber plantation, that the Company was formed to acquire and develop. I suppose there really is such a plantation?"
"I think," said Kervick, judicially, "I think it was understood that if he had been free to marry a penniless wife, he would have wished to marry her." "Do you know," Thorpe began again, with a kind of diffident hesitation "do you happen to have formed an idea supposing that had been the case would she have accepted him?" "Ah, there you have me," replied the other.
She was the daughter of his old General Kervick the necessitous and haughtily-humble old military gentleman, with the grey moustache and the premature fur coat, who did what he was told on the Board without a question, for a pitiful three hundred a year. Yes she was his daughter, and she also was poor. Plowden had said so.
She married a shocking bounder he would have been Duke of Glastonbury, though, if he had lived but he was drowned, and she was left poor as a church mouse. Oh! by the way!" he started up, with a gleam of aroused interest on his face "it didn't in the least occur to me. Why, she's a daughter of our General Kervick. How did he get on the Board, by the way? Where did you pick him up?"
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