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Updated: June 23, 2025
She had almost forgotten Guy Oscard's letter. Across a hemisphere Jack Meredith was a stronger influence in her life than Oscard. While she sat on the terrace and flirted with the baron she reflected hurriedly over the situation. She was, she argued to herself, not in any way engaged to Guy Oscard.
Perhaps he knew more than Jack Meredith knew himself of the thoughts that conceived those words so out of place in that quiet room, from those suave and courtly lips. All the emotions of his life seemed to be concentrated into this one day of Jack Meredith's existence. Oscard's presence was a comfort to him the presence of a calm, strong man is better than many words.
Guy Oscard's honest face lighted up at once the curse of Ishmael was on him in its full force. He was destined to be a wanderer on God's earth, and all things appertaining to the wild life of the forests were music in his ears. Durnovo was no mean diplomatist. He had learnt to know man, within a white or coloured skin. The effect of his words was patent to him.
But so far as the world is concerned, we are only a private expedition exploring the source of the Ogowe." "The Ogowe?" and again Guy Oscard's eyes lighted up. "Yes, I do not mind telling you that much. To begin with, I trust you; secondly, no one could get there without me to lead the way." Guy Oscard looked at him with some admiration, and that sympathy which exists between the sons of Ishmael.
He was rather too tired to convey his forefinger to his mouth, and was forced to work out mental problems without that aid to thought. Presently his eyes fell on Guy Oscard's face, and again his own small features expanded into a smile. "Bad case!" he said, and, turning over, he nestled down into the pillow, and he had the answer to the many questions that puzzled his small brain.
Durnovo was sitting up, and he grabbed at Oscard's arm. "For God's sake!" he cried. "For God's sake, man, don't let me go to sleep!" "What do you mean?" asked Oscard. They both thought that he had gone mad. Sleep had nothing more to do with Durnovo's eyes protruding, staring, terrible to look at. "Don't let me go to sleep," he repeated. "Don't! Don't!"
Joseph's arrival with ten new men seemed to give a fresh zest to the work, and the carefully-packed cases of Simiacine began to fill Oscard's tent to some inconvenience. Thus things went on for two tranquil weeks. "First," Oscard had said, "let us get the crop in and then we can arrange what is to be done about the future."
Before the retreating column was ready to march it was discovered that the hostile tribes had finally evacuated the country; which deliverance was brought about not by Oscard's blood-stained track through the forest, not by the desperate defence of the Plateau, but by the whisper that Victor Durnovo was with them. Truly a man's reputation is a strange thing.
"If I had been a man I should have been half-way there by this time." "Where is Durnovo?" he asked suddenly. "I believe he is in Loango. He has not been to this house for more than a fortnight; but Maurice has heard that he is still somewhere in Loango." Jocelyn paused. There was an expression on Guy Oscard's face which she rather liked, while it alarmed her.
Oscard's orders; but before I go I want to give you notice of resignation. I resigns my partnership in this 'ere Simiacine at six months from to-day. It's a bit too hot, sir, that's the truth. It's all very well for gentlemen like yourself and Mr.
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