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Over their heads the damp sails fluttered noisily in the first faint puff of the breeze; then, as the airs freshened, the brig tended to the wind, and the silenced canvas lay quietly aback. The mate spoke with low distinctness from the shadows of the quarter-deck. "There's the breeze. Which way do you want to cast her, Captain Lingard?"
The mention of Doctor Lingard took me back to the night of the burglary. I wondered if to tell Miss Emily would unduly agitate her. I think I would not have told her, but I caught the girl's eye, across the bed, raised from her knitting and fixed on me with a peculiar intensity. Suddenly it seemed to me that Miss Emily was surrounded by a conspiracy of silence, and it roused my antagonism.
"Yes," answered Willems gloomily, and looking at Aissa. "Isn't it pretty?" "I've heard this kind of talk before," said Lingard, in a scornful tone; then paused, and went on steadily after a while: "I regret nothing. I picked you up by the waterside, like a starving cat by God. I regret nothing; nothing that I have done. Abdulla twenty others no doubt Hudig himself, were after me.
They might have been alone on board the Emma, abandoned even by the ghost of Captain Jorgenson departed to rejoin the Barque Wild Rose on the shore of the Cimmerian sea. "It's like the stillness of the end," said Mrs. Travers in a low, equable voice. "Yes, but that, too, is false," said Lingard in the same tone. "I don't understand," Mrs. Travers began, hurriedly, after a short silence.
The food, such as it was, was served within that glorified mosquito net which everybody called the "Cage" without any humorous intention. At meal times the party from the yacht had the company of Lingard who attached to this ordeal a sense of duty performed at the altar of civility and conciliation. He could have no conception how much his presence added to the exasperation of Mr.
D'Alcacer did not examine his heart, but some lines of a French poet came into his mind, to the effect that in all times those who fought with an unjust heaven had possessed the secret admiration and love of men. He didn't go so far as love but he could not deny to himself that his feeling toward Lingard was secretly friendly and well, appreciative. Mr. Travers sat up suddenly.
"Only I wish I could understand you. I know you are my best friend, Captain Lingard; only, upon my word, I can't make you out sometimes! I wish I could . . ." Lingard burst into a loud laugh which ended shortly in a deep sigh.
The verandah was full of dust, oppressive and choking, which rose under the old seaman's feet, and made Almayer cough again and again. "Yes, I had! Twenty. And not a finger to pull a trigger. It's easy to talk," he spluttered, his face very red. Lingard dropped into a chair, and leaned back with one hand stretched out at length upon the table, the other thrown over the back of his seat.
Good!" Lingard laughed thunderously while the others looked amused. "Your country is very powerful we know," began again Hassim after a pause, "but is it stronger than the country of the Dutch who steal our land?" "Stronger?" cried Lingard. He opened a broad palm. "Stronger? We could take them in our hand like this " and he closed his fingers triumphantly.
He heard Shaw walk smartly forward above his head hailing: "What's that a boat?" A voice answered indistinctly. "One of my boats is back," thought Lingard. "News about Daman perhaps. I don't care if he kicks. I wish he would. I would soon show her I can fight as well as I can handle the brig. Two praus. Only two praus. I wouldn't mind if there were twenty.
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