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His redness deepened under Mr. Spence's dispassionate scrutiny. He saw at once that the banker was not surprised at his announcement. "Well, I suppose that's natural enough. You'll want to make a start for yourself now. Only, of course, for the sake of appearances " "Oh, certainly," Millner hastily agreed. "Well, then: is that all?" Mr. Spence repeated. "Nearly."
Millner did not dislike animals, though he preferred that they should be healthy and handsome. The dog under his feet was neither. Its cringing contour showed an injudicious mingling of races, and its meagre coat betrayed the deplorable habit of sleeping in coal-holes and subsisting on an innutritious diet.
His lips parted once or twice under their square-clipped stubble, and at last emitted: "How much more do you want?" Millner broke into a laugh. "Oh, I've got all I want all and more!" "What from the others? Are you crazy?" "No, you are," said Millner with a sudden recovery of composure. "But you're safe you're as safe as you'll ever be. Only I don't care to take this for making you so." Mr.
Once the Captain ordered all men aloft, just in time to escape a gigantic dull green roller that broke like a Niagara over the schooner's bows, smothering the decks knee-deep in a twinkling. The wind blew violent and cold, the spray was flying like icy small-shot. Without intermission the "Bertha Millner" rolled and plunged and heaved and sank.
The object of these hostile demonstrations, apparently attributing them not to its own unsocial conduct, but merely to the chronic animosity of the universe, dashed wildly around the corner into a side street, and as it did so Millner noticed that the lame leg left a little trail of blood. Irresistibly, he turned the corner to see what would happen next.
Morning came, and breakfast was had in silence and grim perplexity. It was too late to think of getting away, now that the rudder was disabled. The "Bertha Millner" must bide where she was. "And a little more of this dancing," exclaimed Moran, "and we'll have the planks springing off the stern-post." Charlie nodded solemnly. He said nothing his gravity had returned.
"I believe in a purpose, don't you?" he asked, lifting his blue eyes suddenly to Millner's face. "A purpose? I should rather say so! I believe in nothing else," cried Millner, feeling as if his were something he could grip in his hand and swing like a club. Young Spence seemed relieved. "Yes I tie up to that. There is a Purpose.
Spence, watch in hand, was doling out his minutes again. The peril conjured, he had recovered his dominion over time. He turned his commanding eye-glasses on Millner. "It's all settled, then? Tell Draper I'm sorry not to see him again to-night but I'm to speak at the dinner of the Legal Relief Association, and I'm due there in five minutes. You and he dine alone here, I suppose?
He wore what Millner had learned to call his "back-door face": a blank barred countenance, in which only an occasional twitch of the lids behind his glasses suggested that some one was on the watch. In this mood Mr. Spence usually seemed unconscious of his secretary's presence, or aware of it only as an arm terminating in a pen.
"That's it, then? I thought that was it!" Millner raised a surprised glance. " What's it?" "That it should be at this particular time " "Why, naturally, as I say! Just as he's making, as it were, his public profession of faith. You know, to men like your father convictions are irreducible elements they can't be split up, and differently combined.
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