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He did not see that Captain Billings was on deck; and, eyeing the change in the ship's appearance, exclaimed, angrily, with that Scottish burr of his, which was always more pronounced when he was excited "Hoot, mon, wha' the dickens hae ye takken the sails off her who ordered ye, I'd like ta ken?"
So he turned to his correspondence again, taking another letter, at random, from the pile. And then, looking at the superscription, he turned somewhat sick. "MON CHER," wrote M. de Vallorbes, "My steward informs me that he has just received your draft for a quarter's rent of the villa. I thank you a thousand times for your admirable punctuality.
She saw he was no longer the wild young savage she had brought up; there was a certain nervous, blasé feebleness about his movements as he sat uneasily in his chair, his hands thrust in the pockets of his hunting coat, his chin sunk on his chest. She noticed too, the unnatural redness of his lips and the haggard pallor about his thin, sunken cheeks. "Eh ben, mon petit " she began at length.
"Then you think " "Mon ami, do you remember the two points I laid stress upon? Leave the first one for the moment, what was the second?" "The important fact that Alfred Inglethorp wears peculiar clothes, has a black beard, and uses glasses," I quoted. "Exactly. Now suppose anyone wished to pass himself off as John or Lawrence Cavendish. Would it be easy?" "No," I said thoughtfully.
I have no desire to embarrass you with awkward knowledge. So which is your king, mon enfant, James or George?" "I care not a puff of smoke for either." "So. I suppose there is something you care for. Well you asked about Ben's mystery. It's a good beginning. The rascal should have stopped the Duke of Marlborough's coach and held it till I came up with my fellows.
"'De'il the bit, de'il the bit, mon, said Abernethy. 'Come in, come in. And he preceded them to his office, and examined his case, which proved to be a slight one, with such gentleness as almost to lead them to doubt whether Abernethy within his consulting-room, and Abernethy whom they had encountered in the passage, was really the same personage."
Yer damn goo' f'ler an' I wan' yehs tak't!" "Come, come, now," said the waiter, with the sullen air of a man who is forced into giving advice. "Put yer mon in yer pocket! Yer loaded an' yehs on'y makes a damn fool of yerself." As the latter passed out of the door the man turned pathetically to the women. "He don' know I'm damn goo' f'ler," cried he, dismally.
December was well on, but the season was open so open that he found one day a tree still bearing oranges. He filled a basket with the fruit and carried it to the Captain of his company. It was a gift for a king, down there in those hard times, and the Captain's eyes sparkled. "Ask what thou wilt, mon brave," he said, "and if I can give it to thee it shall be thine."
Mon Dieu! how afflicting! In that case, sixty would be possible for so rare a relic. Madame is abîmé, but it is not to be. Forty is the utmost; therefore Merci, and Bonjour. 'Hold! Where shall it be sent? cries the man, giving in, but not confessing it, with awkward frankness. A thousand thanks!
And say nothing to anybody about..." she pointed to Barbara's bag where the little package was reposing, "it shall be a secret between us, hein? Promise me this, mon enfant!" "Of course, I promise, if you like!" said Barbara, wonderingly. At half-past eight the next morning Desmond Okewood found himself in the ante-room of the Chief of the Secret Service in a cross and puzzled mood.
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