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"Ship ahoy!" shouted Coke, with all the force of brazen lungs. The screw of the unseen ship stopped. The sigh of escaping steam reached them. "Holla! Wer rufe?" was the gruff answer. "Sink me if it ain't a German!" growled Coke, sotto-voce, "Norrie, you must stick here till I sing out to you. Then open your exhaust an' unscrew a sea-cock. . . . Wot ship is that?" he vociferated aloud.
Next morning, over the breakfast cups at the Norrie Simmses' and elsewhere, the import of the Cowperwoods' social efforts was discussed and the problem of their eventual acceptance or non-acceptance carefully weighed. "The trouble with Mrs. Cowperwood," observed Mrs. Simms, "is that she is too gauche. The whole thing was much too showy.
I declare it's light as a feather my heart is since I told you the truth. You are a comfort to me, Norrie." "Father," said Nora suddenly, "there's one thing I want to say." "What is that, pet?" "You know Andy Neil?" "What! Andrew Neil that scoundrel?" The Squire's brow grew very black. "Yes, yes. What about him? You have not seen him, have you?" "Yes, father, I have." "Over at Murphy's?
His mind refused to imagine what they would do if they could know that behind the origin of Herbert Strange there lay the history of Norrie Ford. After all, he was not concerned with them, he asserted inwardly, but with himself. They were intrenched within a world able to take care of itself; while there was no power whatever to protect him, once he made a mistake.
"Yes; I knew. You're Norrie Ford. I ought to say I've only known it latterly about a fortnight now." "How?" "Oh, it just came to me by degrees, I think." "Why didn't you say something about it?" "I thought I wouldn't. It has worried me, but I thought I'd keep still." "Do you mean that you were going to let everything go on?" "I weighed all the considerations. That's the decision I came to.
A few days later she read his name, in a morning paper, in the Asiatic's list of passengers the steamer having arrived at quarantine the night before: Mr. John Norrie Ford. Though flung carelessly into a paragraph printed in small type, it seemed to blaze in fire on the page! It was as if all America must rise at it.
Even now, though he felt justified in giving little Green to understand his intoleration of impertinence, he was obliged to fortify himself by appealing to his creed that he owed no consideration to any one. Little Green was protected by a whole world organized in his defence; Norrie Ford had been ruined by that world, while Herbert Strange had been born outside it.
Norrie felt a bayonet under his left shoulder-blade. Coke was roared down, and a hoarse voice growled: "Me for the tall timbers, maties. It's each one for hisself now." "Aye, aye!" came the chorus . . . "Shove her ashore! . . . Give us a chanst there. . . We've none at sea." Dom Corria, being something of a fatalist, did not interfere.
That will stop the racket. If they listen to me, I can still find a means of escape." "Avast yelpin', you swabs!" bellowed Coke. "D'ye want to let every bally sojer on the island know where you are? We're makin' for the creek. Will that please you? Now, Mr. Norrie, let her rip!" The head of the launch swung toward the protecting shadows.
Women were not in his line, except the kindly impersonal interest he felt for all the Sunrise girls, and his sense of responsibility for Norrie, and the memory of a girl oh, the hungry haunting memory! All this in a semi-conscious fleetness swept across his mind, that was bent on reaching the river, and on that woman holding a drowning child. At the bend in the river, the man halted suddenly.
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