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Quatermain sighed and turned to answer a question from the lady whom he had taken down to dinner, and who, needless to say, was also employed in trying to pump him about the diamonds. Indeed, all round the table there was a simmer of scarcely suppressed excitement, which, when the servants had left the room, could no longer be restrained. "Now, Mr.
"And do you remember a little boy who sat upon the hearthrug writing with a pencil?" "I do," he said. "Sir, I was that boy, and my name is Allan Quatermain. Those children who lay sick are all dead, their mother is dead, and my father, your old friend, is dead also. Like you he emigrated, and last year he died in the Cape. But that is not all the story.
"We have seen my wife," answered Ragnall. I stared at him and he went on: "Savage woke me by saying that there was someone in the room. I sat up and looked and, as I live, Quatermain, standing gazing at me in such a position that the light of dawn from the window-place fell upon her, was my wife." "How was she dressed?" I asked at once.
Here Quatermain held up his right hand to the light and showed us four or five white cicatrices just where the wrist is set into the hand. "But it was not of the slightest use," he went on; "the cartridge would not move. I only hope that no other man will ever be put in such an awful position.
"I fancy that witch-doctor declared that your friend Thomaso put something into those men's food to make them sick." "I daresay that he did; it would be just like him, Mr. Quatermain, as I know that he hates them, especially Umslopogaas, of whom I am very fond. He brought me some beautiful flowers this morning which he had found somewhere, and made a long speech which I could not understand."
For a while she stared back at me, being afflicted, presumably, with the same complaint, then spoke with an effort, in a voice that was very soft and pleasant. "Are you the little Allan Quatermain who is coming to learn French with me?" she asked in Dutch. "Of course," I answered in the same tongue, which I knew well; "but why do you call me little, missie?
See! he will not die. Give me another gun that I may make him die." The commandant looked about him wildly, and his eye fell upon the Vrouw Prinsloo. "What has chanced, vrouw?" he asked. "Only this," she replied in a voice of unnatural calm. "Your murderers whom you set on in the name of law and justice have made a mistake. You told them to murder Allan Quatermain for reasons of your own.
I did not know the writing which was very clear and firm, for as it chanced, to the best of my recollection, I had never seen that of Lady Ragnall. Here is a copy of the letter it contained: "My dear Mr. Quatermain, Very strangely I have just seen at a meeting of the Horticultural Society, a gentleman who declares that a few days ago he sat next to you at some public dinner.
When one comes to think of it there are enormous advantages in sleep, for that's the only time one is quite happy. Still, I should have liked to see that Cypripedium first." "Oh! drat the Cypripedium!" I exclaimed, and blundered from the hut to tell Sammy that if he didn't stop his groaning I would punch his head. "Jumps! Regular jumps! Who'd have thought it of Quatermain?"
Some were punished by imprisonment, whipping, and loss of goods, other and graver transgressions by expulsion from the community, a fiat which to one of these favoured natives must have seemed as heavy as the decree that drove Adam from the Garden of Eden. Old Mr. Carson leaned upon his daughter's arm and contemplated the scene with pride. "I have done all this, Allan Quatermain," he said.
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