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'I thought it seemed there was something we had not said, something I could not understand. But there, it is nothing! You know what a fanciful old silly I am. You do love me? Quite as much as ever? 'More, sweetheart, more! 'Good-night again, then; and God bless you, dear. The outer door closed softly, the footsteps died away. Lawford still hesitated.
But I'm not sure whether she meant it. Herbert surveyed his visitor critically. 'You say "dark," he said; 'but surely, Lawford, your hair now is nearly grey; well-flecked at least. Although the remark carried nothing comparatively of a shock with it, yet it seemed to Lawford as if an electric current had passed over his scalp, coldly stirring every hair upon his head.
Almost always the storekeeper managed to turn the tables in some way upon any doubting Thomas that drifted into his shop. Because of his ability in this particular he had managed to hold his audience all these years. Lawford could think of no reply with which to turn the laugh. His wit was not of a nimble order. He turned to the door again and suddenly a low ejaculation parted his lips.
'I don't really think, she said, 'you can be Mary Lawford's son. I could scarcely have mistaken HIM. Lawford gulped and turned away. He hardly knew what this surge of feeling meant. Was it hope, despair, resentment; had he caught even the echo of an unholy joy? His mind for a moment became confused as if in the tumult of a struggle.
But Danton merely continued to stare, as if into the quiet of an aquarium. 'My dear good Danton, persisted Mr Bethany with cherubic patience, 'how old are you? 'I don't see quite... smiled Danton with recovered ease, and rapidly mobilising forces. 'Excuse the confidence, Mrs Lawford, I'm forty-three.
"On a v'y'ge," replied Cap'n Amazon. "Why shouldn't he? Seems he's been lashed here, tight and fast, for c'nsider'ble of a spell. He and this store of hisn was nigh 'bout spliced. I don't see how he has weathered it so long." "Gone away!" murmured Lawford. Cap'n Amazon eyed him with a tilt to his head and possibly a twinkle of amusement in his eye. "Young man, what's your name?" he asked bluntly.
His very strut pronounced him a self-made man. He glared at his son, whose cool nonchalance he often declared was impudence. "I've been waiting some time for you, dad. Hop aboard," Lawford calmly said. "You took your time in getting back here," responded his father, by no means mollified. "And you knew I was waiting. But you had to stand and talk to a girl over there.
Lawford told him. "Wal, it strikes me," Cap'n Amazon said, "that your tops'ls air slattin' a good deal. You ain't on the wind." "I am upset, I declare!" "Sure you got the right hooks this time?" "Yes. I believe so." "Then if your Merry Andrew what is she, cat-rigged or " "Sloop."
Bile 'em, an' serve with an egg sauce, is my way o' puttin' 'em on the table." "That was Cap'n Abe's way, too," muttered Betty. The cloud on Lawford Tapp's countenance did not lift immediately as he sculled them out to the anchored sloop. Louise saw quickly that his ill humor was for Bane. "I must keep this young man at a distance," she thought, as she waved her hand to Uncle Amazon and Mr. Bane.
"Mr Arthur Lawford." The minutes slowly drifted by. He sat quite still in the clear untroubled light, waiting in the silence of the empty house. And for the first time he was confronted with the cold incredible horror of his ordeal. Who would believe, who could believe, that behind this strange and awful, yet how simple mask, lay himself?
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