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Updated: May 8, 2025
A word from that far, wild country, which seemed so much fitter a background to his simple bulk and strength than the cramped ways of London society a message from the very heart of the dark continent to him: "Meredith surrounded and in danger Durnovo false come at once Jocelyn Gordon." Guy Oscard pushed back his chair and rose at once, as if there were somebody waiting in the hall to see him.
He vaguely felt that this woman was not accustomed to menial service, but he knew that any suggestion of sympathy was more than he could compass. So he merely spoke to her more gently than to the men, and perhaps she understood, despite her chocolate-coloured skin. They had inaugurated a strange, unequal friendship during the three days that Oscard had been left alone at Msala.
He rose from the table and never looked back. His attitude seemed to say, "I am going to Africa; kindly get out of my way." At three minutes to nine that is to say, in one hour and a half Guy Oscard took his seat in the Plymouth express. He had ascertained that a Madeira boat was timed to sail from Dartmouth at eight o'clock that evening.
It was nearly dark when the little coast steamer secured by Maurice Gordon for the service turned her prow northward and steamed away. "The truth is," Durnovo took an early opportunity of saying to Oscard, "that my nerve is no longer up to this work. I should not care to undertake this business alone, despite my reputation on the coast.
She was blushing and looking very pretty with her hair blown about her ears by her last canter with the youthful officer, who was at that moment riding pensively home with a bunch of violets in his coat which had not been there when he started from the stable. She had found out casually from Jack that Guy Oscard was exiled vaguely to the middle of Africa for an indefinite period.
My ears are not so sharp as yours." "I am accustomed to it," the woman said, with some emotion in her voice which he did not understand then. "I am always listening." Oscard seemed to be struck with this description of herself. It was so very apt so comprehensive. The woman's attitude before the world was the attitude of the listener for some distant sound.
You cannot educate the manliness out of him, try as you will; and for such blessings let us in all humbleness give thanks to Heaven. This was the bringing together of Jack Meredith and Guy Oscard two men who loved the same woman.
"It didn't say that he " Millicent paused and drew in her breath with a jerk "was dead, or anything like that?" "Oh, no, miss." "Thank you. I am sorry we missed Mr. Oscard." She turned and went back to Lady Cantourne, who was sitting in the carriage.
"Do you think," Oscard asked bluntly, when they were left alone to smoke, "that Durnovo knew what was the matter?" "I am afraid that I have not the slightest doubt of it," replied Jack lightly. "And bolted?" suggested Oscard. "And bolted." Guy Oscard gave a contemptuous little laugh, which had a deeper insult in it than he could have put into words. "And what is to be done?" he inquired.
And more than once he had to be dragged forcibly away from the fallen porter, whom he battered with both fists. Had he had his will, he would have allowed no time for meals, and only a few hours' halt for rest. Guy Oscard did not understand it.
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