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She sped swiftly along the terrace, keeping close under the house, and then more slowly walked down the stone steps where last time she trod them Mottram had been her companion, his living lips as silent as were his dead lips now.
You aren't half indignant enough over it. 'Not I, said Mottram. 'Poor devil! Did you ever know old Hummy behave like that before or within a hundred miles of it? 'That's no excuse. Spurstow was hacking my shin all the time, so I kept a hand on myself. Else I should have 'No, you wouldn't. You'd have done as Hummy did about Jevins; judge no man this weather.
Mottram, go round the house with Chuma and see that the seals are put on things. Send a couple of men to me here, and I'll arrange.
Was not James Mottram Charles's friend, almost, as the old priest had said, Charles's brother? Had she not herself deliberately chosen Charles in place of James when both young men had been in ardent pursuit of her James's pursuit almost wordless, Charles's conducted with all the eloquence of the poet he had then set out to be? Mottram, seeing her in the wood, uttered a word of surprise.
No one moved. It is not pleasant to face railway journeys at mid-day in June. Spurstow gathered up his hat and whip, and, turning in the doorway, said 'There may be Heaven, there must be Hell. Meantime, there is our life here. We-ell? Neither Mottram nor Lowndes had any answer to the question.
But Mottram had evidently not caught the sinister word, and Catherine in haste drove back conscience into the lair whence conscience had leapt so suddenly to her side. "Maybe I ought, in this matter of the railroad," he said musingly, "to have humoured Charles. I am now sorry I did not do so. After all, Charles may be right and all we others wrong. The railroad may not bring us lasting good!"
An increase of the epidemic kept Spurstow in camp among the coolies, and all he could do was to telegraph to Mottram, bidding him go to the bungalow and sleep there. But Mottram was forty miles away from the nearest telegraph, and knew nothing of anything save the needs of the survey till he met, early on Sunday morning, Lowndes and Spurstow heading towards Hummil's for the weekly gathering.
A dense dust-storm sprung up outside, and swept roaring over the house, enveloping it in the choking darkness of midnight, but Mottram continued unheeding, and the crazy tinkle reached the ears of the listeners above the flapping of the tattered ceiling-cloth.
But only so if it is indeed true that your presence is not really required in Jamaica." "I swear, Catherine, that all goes sufficiently well there." Again he fixed his honest, ardent eyes on her face. And now James Mottram was filled with a great exultation of spirit.
Within but a few yards of safety, James Mottram had met with death; a swift, merciful death, due to the negligence of an engine-driver not only new to his work but made blindly merry by Mottram's gift of ale. Charles Nagle woke late on the morning of St. Catherine's Day, and the pale November sun fell on the fully dressed figures of his wife and Mr. Dorriforth standing by his bedside.
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