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He will not stop it. Eef he haf the money, it is better sacre yes. Eef he not gif well, I will tell you, there is the other railway man he try to hurt, how would he like But I will tell you on the river. Main'enant queeck, we go." Without a word Lygon took down another coat and put it on. Doing so he concealed a weapon quickly as Dupont stooped to pick a coal for his pipe from the blaze.
"Roger Lygon," she repeated, mechanically. Something in the man chained her thought his face that moment when her hand saved him and the awful fear left him and a glimmer of light came into his eyes. But her lover beside her broke into song. He was happy with her. Everything was before him, her beauty, her wealth, herself.
Very nearly opposite to the Home are the Fulham Waste Land and Lygon Almshouses. The buildings form two sides of a square, the sides being respectively for married and single pensioners. The latter may be of either sex. The married couples have two rooms and a small scullery, and receive 8s. a week. The single persons have one room, with 5s. per week.
I want to get away, to start again somewhere. I've been a failure. I want to get away, right away south. If he would buy it I could start again. I've had no luck." He had invented it on the moment, but the girl understood better than Lygon or Henderley could have dreamed. She had seen the change pass over Lygon. Henderley had a hand on himself again, and the startled look went out of his eyes.
He gripped the armchair spasmodically, but presently regained a complete composure. He knew the game that was forward here, and he also thought that if once he yielded to blackmail there would never be an end to it. He made no pretence, but came straight to the point. "You can do nothing; there is no proof," he said, with firm assurance. "There is Dupont," answered Lygon, doggedly.
You said eet was all right," he growled. "It is all right. I got nothing. I asked for nothing. I have had enough. I have finished." With a roar of rage Dupont sprang on him, and caught him by the throat as the canoe swayed and dipped. He was blind with fury. Lygon tried with one hand for his knife, and got it, but the pressure on his throat was growing terrible.
"What are you doing here? Who are you?" he said. "Don't you know me?" answered Lygon, gazing intently at him. Face to face with the man who had tempted him to crime, Lygon had a new sense of boldness, a sudden feeling of reprisal, a rushing desire to put the screw upon him.
He gripped the armchair spasmodically, but presently regained a complete composure. He knew the game that was forward here; and he also thought that if once he yielded to blackmail there would never be an end to it. He made no pretence, but came straight to the point. "You can do nothing; there is no proof," he said with firm assurance. "There is Dupont," answered Lygon doggedly. "Who is Dupont?"
Lygon, in whom a blind hatred of the man still raged, was about to reply, when he heard a voice calling, "Daddy, Daddy!" Suddenly the red, half-insane light died down in Lygon's eyes. He saw the snake upon the ground by the reedy lake, the girl standing over it the girl with the tawny hair. This was her voice.
Young Lygon was killed, and Colonels Crabbe and Codrington with Captain Trotter, all of the Guards, were severely wounded by such a body, whom they gallantly but injudiciously attempted to arrest when armed only with revolvers.
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