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Updated: June 17, 2025
"When you've done with that bit of paper," observed Denny, in a tone expressive of exaggerated patience, "we might as well go on, old fellow." "All right. I've done with it for the present," said I. And I took the liberty of slipping Mr. Constantine Stefanopoulos's memorandum into my pocket. The general result of the evening was to increase most distinctly my interest in Neopalia.
And they came near with knives, demanding that my dear lord should send away the stranger; for the men of Neopalia were not to be bought and sold like bullocks or like pigs. At first my lord would not yield; and they swore they would kill the stranger and my lord also. Then they pressed closer.
For nearly a mile we mounted, the way becoming steeper with every step. Then there was a sudden turn off the main road. "That will lead to the house," said Hogvardt, who had studied the map of Neopalia very carefully. "Then we'll have a look at the house. Show us a light, Hogvardt. It's precious dark." Hogvardt opened his lantern, and cast its light in the way.
And your money is to pay the debts, you know." "Poor old chap," said I. I sympathized with him in the loss of his island. "Here's the house, you see," said Mason, turning to the map, and dismissing the sorrows of the old lord of Neopalia. "About the middle of the island, nearly a thousand feet above the sea.
In fact, I thought it prudent to be ready for any trouble that the Old World notions of the Neopalians might occasion. But in my heart I meant to be very popular with them; for I cherished the generous design of paying the whole tribute out of my own pocket, and of disestablishing in Neopalia what seems to be the only institution in no danger of such treatment here the tax-gatherer.
Here, also, I saw the first of my new subjects, Hogvardt having engaged a couple of men who had come to him, saying they were from Neopalia and were anxious to work their passage back. I was delighted to have them, and fell at once to studying them with immense attention.
The pasha stroked his beard as he observed in a calm tone: "The last time a Stefanopoulos tried to sell Neopalia the people killed him, and turned the purchaser he was a Frenchman, a Baron d'Ezonville adrift in an open boat, with nothing on but his shirt." "Good heavens! Was that recently?" "No; two hundred years ago. But it's a conservative part of the world, you know." And his excellency smiled.
Swinton had known however, if it comes to that, I might just as well exclaim, "If I had known, myself!" Denny had taken a table next but one to the west end of the room, and was drumming his fingers impatiently on the cloth when I entered. He wanted both his dinner and the latest news about Neopalia; so I sat down and made haste to satisfy him in both respects.
"Why why, Constantine?" moaned the wounded man. "I had yielded I had yielded, Constantine. I would have sent them " His words ceased, his eyes closed, his lips met again, but met only to part. A moment later his jaw dropped. The old lord of Neopalia was dead.
Then he stopped before a substantial house. We followed him in, and he led us up-stairs to a large room. It overlooked the street, but, somewhat to my surprise, the windows were heavily barred. The door also was massive, and had large bolts inside and out. "You take good care of your houses, my friend," said Denny, with a laugh. "We like to keep what we have, in Neopalia," said he.
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