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"Ah!" she exclaimed, and her voice thrilled with some emotion which he did not understand. "Ah, it is you!" "Yes," he said, holding her hand a little longer than was necessary. "It is I." His journey from Msala through the more civilised reaches of the lower river, his voyage in the coasting boat, and his arrival at Loango, had partaken of the nature of a triumphal progress.
Far up the Ogowe river, on the left bank, the giant palms still stand sentry, and beneath their shade the crumbling walls of a cursed house are slowly disappearing beneath luxuriant growths of grass and brushwood. Yet I think at God's Tribunal Some large answer you shall hear. In a dimly-lighted room in the bungalow at Loango two women had been astir all night.
"I cannot leave until he tells me to," she said doggedly. Guy Oscard took the pipe from his lips and examined the bowl of it attentively for a moment. "Excuse me," he said gently, "but I insist on your leaving with the children to-morrow. I will send two men down with you, and will give you a letter to Miss Gordon, who will see to your wants at Loango." She looked at him with a sort of wonder.
The banks show the high-water level in a low shelf, a ribbon of green, backed by high rolling hills, rounded and stony, with grass dry at this season; the formation is primitive, and the material of the lower bed has been held to "prove the probability that the mountains of Pernambuco, Rio de Janeiro, and other adjacent parts of South America, were primevally connected with the opposite chains, that traverse the plains of Congo and Loango."
In Loango also it is the name of a high native official, and, when used as in the text, it is equivalent to Mfumo, chief or head of family. At night Gidi Mavunga came to our quarters and began to talk sense. Knowing that my time was limited, he enlarged upon the badness of the road and the too evident end of the travelling season, when the great rains would altogether prevent fast travel.
I have got on splendidly the last week, and better still the last five minutes! The worst of it is that I shall be getting well too soon and shall have to be off." "Home?" inquired Maurice significantly. Jocelyn moved uneasily. "Yes, home." "We don't often hear people say that they are sorry to leave Loango," said Maurice.
He saw her first in the northwest, coming from some port in the Bight of Biafra probably, and the odds were she was heading south along the Coast. Presently he picked up her red port light. Yes, he admitted to himself with a sigh, she was making for one of the ports to southward, for Sette Camma perhaps, or Loango, or Landana, or Kabenda, and he calmed himself down with the discovery.
He was, so far as she knew, married to Millicent Chyne more than a year ago, although she had never seen the announcement of the wedding. He had drifted into Loango and into her life by the merest accident, and now that the Simiacine Plateau had been finally abandoned there was no reason why any of the original finders should come to Loango again.
Having been on the sick-list now for a matter of five weeks, he just lies on his bed as weak as a new-born babe, as the sayin' is, and doesn't take no notice of nothing. I have succeeded in bringing him down to the coast, which we hope to reach to-morrow, and when we get to Loango a poor sort of place I shall at once obtain the best advice obtainable that is to be had.
She went to a drawer in her writing-table and took from it an almanac. "The letter you have in your hand," she said, "was handed to Mr. Durnovo exactly a month ago by the woman at Msala. From that time to this he has done nothing. He has simply abandoned Mr. Meredith." "He is in Loango?" inquired Oscard, with a premonitory sense of enjoyment in his voice. "Yes."
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