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And as Kirkwood ducked, the whip-lash shot out over the roof with a crack like the report of a pistol. Startled, the horse leaped indignantly forward. Momentarily the cab seemed to leave the ground, then settled down to a pace that carried them round the Avenue Theatre and across Northumberland Avenue into Whitehall Place apparently on a single wheel.
'But I don't quite understand, father. What do you mean about Mr. Kirkwood? Why should he The impulse failed her. A fear which she had harboured for many weary days was being confirmed and she could not ask directly for the word that would kill hope. 'Have I a right to tell you? I thought perhaps you understood. 'As you have gone So far, I think you must explain.
Working in a frenzy of haste, Kirkwood jammed the tiller hard alee, bringing the cat about, and, trimming the mainsheet as best he might, found himself racing under the brigantine's leeward quarter, water pouring in generously over the cat's. Luffing, he edged nearer, handling his craft as though intending to ram the larger vessel, foot by foot shortening the little interval.
'I feel, too, that I know grandfather much better than I did, Jane said. 'He's always been thinking about the time when I should be old enough to hear what plans he'd made for me. I do so hope he really trusts me, Mr. Kirkwood! I don't know whether I speak about it as he wishes. It isn't easy to say all I think, but I mean to do my best to be what he 'He knows that very well.
He does a steady business hoodwinking the Customs for the benefit of his American clients and himself. And I'd've made a neat little profit besides: something to fall back on, if this fell through. I don't mind having two strings to my bow." "Yes," argued Mulready; "but suppose this Kirkwood had taken on with you and then peached?"
The visitor could not have been long in the village without hearing something of Maurice Kirkwood, and the stories, true and false, connected with his name. He questioned everybody who could tell him anything about Maurice, and set down the answers in a little note-book he always had with him. All this naturally excited the curiosity of the village about this new visitor.
If a cashier had absconded, if a broker had disappeared, if a railroad president was missing, some of the old stories would wake up and get a fresh currency, until some new circumstance gave rise to a new hypothesis. Unconscious of all these inquiries and fictions, Maurice Kirkwood lived on in his inoffensive and unexplained solitude, and seemed likely to remain an unsolved enigma.
Smartly the brigantine luffed and wore about, heeling deep as she spun away on the starboard tack. Kirkwood staggered round the skylight to the windward rail. From this position, looking forward, he could see that they were heading for the open sea, Foulness low over the port quarter, naught before them but a brawling waste of leaden-green and dirty white.
"There wasn't any one here that knew eh?" Her fine eyes wavered and fell before his; and Kirkwood remarked that her under lip was curiously drawn in. "I heard a man leave as Mrs. Hallam joined me," he volunteered helpfully, and with a suspicion of malice. "And after that I paid no attention at the time it seems to me I did hear a cab in the street "
'He's a cool hand, is Mr. Kirkwood. He knows how to wait. When something happens, we shall have him taking a house out at Highbury, you see if he don't. Sidney turned upon her with anything but a jesting look. 'What do you mean by that, Mrs. Byass? he asked, sharply. 'When what happens? What are you hinting at? 'Bless us and save us! cried Bessie. 'Here, Sam, he's going to swallow me.
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