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Larpent's face was grim. "I make no claim, my lord," he said. "But I have sworn to do my best for her. I shall keep that oath of mine." "Meaning?" said Saltash. The sailor's look met his squarely. "You know what I mean," he said. Saltash began to grin. "A fight to a finish, what? I'm sorry, mon ami. But I've got you beaten at the start.
It's called, 'The Victim' a lad with a face like Larpent's daughter, fighting a leopard." Saltash spoke with easy conviction, his restless eyes flashing to and fro, often glancing but never resting upon the girl beside him. "That's what you're thinking of. It's an unsatisfactory sort of picture. One wonders which is 'The Victim. But that is Spentoli all over. He always leaves one wondering."
Shall I tell you how you can best keep that somewhat rash oath of yours?" "Well?" The word fell brief and uncompromising. Larpent's face was as carved granite. Saltash thrust forth a sudden hand and took him by the shoulder. "Just by effacing yourself, mon vieux," he said lightly. "Go back to The Blue Moon, take her to Fairharbour, and await my orders there!"
"Who who is it from?" Larpent's far-seeing eyes came gravely to meet her own. "From Rozelle Daubeni," he said. "Ah!" A quick shiver went through Toby. She averted her look. "I don't want to hear it," she said. "I've got to deliver it," said Larpent, with a hint of doggedness. "And you've got to listen. But you needn't be afraid. It isn't going to make any difference to you.
I give everyone always the benefit of the doubt; which is considerably more than anyone ever gives me." "And you saved my life!" gasped Toby "Why did you? Why did you?" "I wanted it," said Saltash promptly. "Now listen a moment! We've done with this show. It's played out. We'll ring up on another. You've got to change your name again. I'm telling everyone you're Larpent's daughter."
Of course it will come off." "You want it to come off?" asked Larpent. "It is my intention that it shall," said Saltash royally. "You're playing providence in the girl's interest. Is that it?" Again Larpent's eyes, shrewd and far-seeing, were fixed upon him. They held a glint of humour. "It's a tricky job, my lord. You'll wish you hadn't before you've done." "Think so?" said Saltash.
MY DEAR FRIEND: Your last letter, of the 5th, gave me as much pleasure as your former had given me uneasiness; and Larpent's acknowledgment of his negligence frees you from those suspicions, which I own I did entertain, and which I believe every one would, in the same concurrence of circumstances, have entertained. So much for that.
"I imagine she is fairly quick to pick up anything, but I haven't known her myself for long." "She must have picked up a good deal on The Night Moth," observed Maud unexpectedly. He glanced at her again. "Why do you say that? She was under my protection and Larpent's on The Night Moth." "I know. She idolizes you," Maud smiled at him somewhat dubiously.
"Then I suppose you'd leave 'em in the gutter to starve," he said, with suppressed vehemence. "No, I shouldn't. I'd pay someone else someone who wasn't what you called yourself just now to look after 'em." Larpent's voice was eminently practical if somewhat devoid of sympathy. "Gutter-snipes are damned quick to pick up things they ought not," he observed dryly.
It was contrary to Captain Larpent's habit to show surprise at any time, whatever the caprices of his patron, but he did look at Saltash somewhat harder than usual when the latter informed him in his breezy fashion of the unexpected addition to the yacht's company. He also frowned a little and smoothed his beard as though momentarily puzzled.
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