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"It would have made a man of him. Liosha in splendid fettle. She goes about in men's clothes and oilskins and can turn her hand to anything when she isn't lashed to a stanchion." You can just imagine them having cast off all semblance of Christians and wallowing in wet and dirt. . . .
I'm a barbarian, my dear girl, just like yourself. If you wanted to be taken out, why on earth didn't you say so?" Liosha regarded him steadily. "I would rather cut my tongue out." Jaffery returned her gaze for a few seconds, then turned away puzzled. There seemed to be an unnecessary vehemence in Liosha's tone. He turned again and approached her with a smiling face.
But I have a right to speak, Jaff Chayne. Haven't I?" Jaffery's mind went back to the Bedlam of the slithering cargo. He turned to Doria. "Let her say what she wants." "I want nothing!" cried Liosha. "Nothing for myself. Not a thing! But I want Jaff Chayne to be happy. You think you know all he has done for you, but you don't. You don't know a bit.
Another woman would have lain weeping on her bed and one of us would have had to soothe her and sympathise with her, and coax her to eat and cajole her into revisiting the light of day. Not so Liosha.
"Why didn't you tell me all this long ago?" asked Jaffery. "I tried to be good to please you you and Barbara and Hilary, who've been so kind to me." "It's all this infernal civilisation," he declared. "My dear girl, I'm as much fed up with it as you are; I want to go somewhere and wear beads." "So do I," said Liosha. I thought of Barbara's lecture on the whole duty of woman and I chuckled.
It was her duty to stick to Liosha. As for those two old faggots marrying, they ought to be ashamed of themselves." Whether they were ashamed of themselves or not didn't matter. Liosha remained alone in the boarding-house. Not all Barbara's indignation could turn Mrs. Jupp into the admirable Mrs. Considine and bring her back to Queen's Gate. What was to be done?
When the children departed after an orgy of osculation, Jaffery surveyed with a twinkling eye the decorous quartette sitting by the fire. Then in his familiar fashion, he took his companion by the arm. "They're too grown up for us, Liosha. Let's leave 'em. Come and I'll teach you how to play billiards." So off they went, to the satisfaction of Barbara and myself.
And Captain Maturin gave them his cabin, which is more than I would have done, and slept, I presume, in the dog-hole. And they were as happy as the ship was abominable. Now, as I write, there is a war going on in the Balkans. Jaffery is there as the correspondent of The Daily Gazette. Liosha is there, too, as the inseparable and peculiarly invaluable companion of Jaffery Chayne.
"I guess," she said, "if a man loves a woman strongly enough to cry for her, he ought to know what to do with the guy that butted in, without being told." "But you don't seem to understand what a terrible thing it is to take the life of a human being," said Barbara. "I can understand how you feel," Liosha admitted. "But I don't feel about it the same as you. I've been brought up different."
They offered him thousands of pounds to go to Persia, and he would have come back a great man, and he didn't go because of you." "Persia? I never heard of that," said Doria. "The job didn't suit me," Jaffery growled. "And you told her all about it?" "No, he didn't," said Liosha. "Hilary told me to-day." "I take your word for it," said Doria coldly.
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