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Merefleet felt as if she were definitely removed out of his reach when she was lifted from his hold at length, and the impression remained with him after he gained the cruiser's deck. He met with most courteous solicitude on all sides and was soon on the high-road to recovery.
"She seems to have made a considerable impression," said Merefleet, with a laugh. "What is the lady like?" But the man's descriptive powers were not equal to his admiration. "I couldn't tell you what she's like, sir," he said. "But she's that sort of young lady as makes you feel you oughtn't to talk to her with your hat on. Ever met that sort of lady, sir?" Merefleet uttered a short laugh.
Seton still leant over the table, striving with all his resolution to force Merefleet's attention away from her. But Merefleet would not allow it. He saw what Seton did not stop to see; and it was he, not Seton, who lifted her to her feet a moment later and half-led, half-carried her out of the stifling room.
Tossed ruthlessly and aimlessly to and fro, drenched to the skin, hungry and forlorn, he and the woman who was to him the very desire of life, had gone through the peril of deep waters. Merefleet was beginning to wonder why they had thus escaped. It seemed to him but a needless prolonging of an agony already long drawn out.
But quite suddenly her tone changed. She spoke very gently. "Still, it's better to know too little than too much," she said. "And oh, Big Bear, I know such a lot." Merefleet looked at her sharply and surprised an expression on her face which he did not easily forget. He knew in that moment that this woman had suffered, and his heart gave a wild, tumultuous throb.
But Merefleet hung over the picture with fascinated eyes. And his answer came with a curiously strained laugh, that somehow rang exultant. "Yes, a friend of mine, old chap," he said. "It's a wonderful face, isn't it? But it doesn't do her justice. I shouldn't frame it if I were you." "Isn't he a monster?" said Mab, as she sat before the kitchen fire in Quiller's humble dwelling with Mrs.
The girl nodded as if appeased. "You can come and sit at this table," she said, indicating a chair opposite to her. "I guess you know my cousin Bert Seton." "What makes you guess that?" Merefleet inquired, changing his seat as directed. She looked at him with a little smile of superior knowledge. "I guess lots," she said, but proffered no explanation of her shrewd conclusion.
Orme had been fixed to take place on the last day of the month. Death's Property A high laugh rang with a note of childlike merriment from the far end of the coffee-room as Bernard Merefleet, who was generally considered a bear on account of his retiring disposition, entered and took his seat near the door.
Merefleet's face grew stern. "You did not say that yesterday," he said. She heard the change in his tone, and looked up. She was better able to meet this from him. "I know," she said. "And I guess that was where I went wrong. I ought to have waited till we were dead. But, you see, I didn't know." "Then do you tell me you are not free?" Merefleet said. "Do you mean literally that?
You make me feel miles better." She drew her hand gently away. Merefleet was trying to discern her features in the darkness. "Are you really lonely, I wonder?" he said. "Or is that a figure of speech?" "It's solid fact," she said. "But, never mind me! Let's talk of something nicer." "No, thanks!" Merefleet could be obstinate when he liked. "Unless you object, I prefer to talk about you."
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