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His employer was coming home fast as steam could bring him. He longed for his arrival and the council of war that must ensue; longed to be relieved of the tedium of room-tied waiting. He no longer looked for any communication from Mrs. Marteen. She had her reasons for concealment, no doubt, and he felt assured that neither hospital nor morgue would yield her up.
They were, at the beginning of December, forced to remove to Marteen, a few miles from Tetuan abandoning their houses and all their property, which was estimated at the value of sixty thousand pounds and, three days afterwards, were handed over as prisoners to the Spaniards.
Marteen, she's herself again. You've seen them, of course?" Gard nodded. "I met them at the train last night. Yes she is herself." "She had an awful close call!" Teddy exclaimed, his face grown grave. There was reminiscent silence for a moment.
Like the good friend that you are, you gave me something which might otherwise have been to my hurt. On the other hand, I invested your money for you wisely, honestly, sanely and with all the best of my experience and knowledge. It's clean money there, Mrs. Marteen, and I'm ready to do as much again whenever you need it. You say you won't take it why, it's yours. You must. I want to be friends.
I have a small nest egg in trust for her some investments I advised Mrs. Marteen to make. Who is that chap who's so devoted?" he asked suddenly, switching the subject, as his quick eye noted the change of Dorothy's expression under the admiring glances of a tall young man of athletic proportions, whose face seemed strangely familiar. Miss Gard lorgnetted. "That?
"Don't hit me, and I'll be good, indeed, I will." Mrs. Marteen had taken no notice of her providential protector. Her head was sunk upon her breast and her hands hung limp in her lap. The young man whistled twice, never relaxing his hold.
Marteen sank slowly back upon her pillows and lay with closed eyes. A heavy pulse beat in the arteries at her throat, and a scarlet spot burned on either cheek. "Nemesis," she murmured. "Nemesis." She lay still for a moment. "Thank God!" she said at length, and let her hands fall relaxed upon the counterpane. She seemed as if asleep but for the quick intake of her breath.
She's one of the silly kind." She put out a hand like a claw, and touched Mrs. Marteen's shoulder. Mrs. Marteen turned her flushed and troubled face toward the woman with something akin to intelligence in her eyes. "What are you settin' here fur, lady?" asked the woman harshly. "Watchin' his house?
Had it not been for that seasonable action, I could not have kept my place against the French buccaneers, who would have ruined all the seaside plantations at least, whereas I now draw from them mainly, and lately David Marteen, the best man of Tortuga, that has two frigates at sea, has promised to bring in both."
I'm just specialized, that's all. I want to help, and I can if you'll let me." Gard's face underwent a kaleidoscopic series of changes; then astonishment and relief finally triumphed, and were followed by hysterical laughter. Brencherly was disconcerted. "Oh, so you think I did it!" he said at last. "I wish I had!" he added. "That wouldn't worry me in the least." "Mrs. Marteen!"
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