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He said in effect that it was well known that I, Allan Quatermain, after working like a horse in the interests of the shareholders, had practically ruined myself over this enterprise, and that the real thief was Jacob, who had made tracks for the Cape, taking with him a large cash profit resulting from the sale of shares.
Stella reached it down from one of the lower boughs of the tree and handed it to me, saying "Dat is my Christmas present to you, little Allan Quatermain." As she did so her sleeve, which was covered with cotton wool, spangled over with something that shone, touched one of the tapers and caught fire how I do not know and the flame ran up her arm towards her throat. She stood quite still.
"No," shouted Meyer; "but he wished that Allan Quatermain should, which is just as bad; and now it has come about that once more our lives depend upon this English boy." "At any rate," replied Marais, looking at me oddly, "it seems that he is not to be killed, whether he shoots the vultures or misses them." "That remains to be proved, mynheer," I answered hotly, for the insinuation stung me.
At this moment who should appear from behind the angle of some building we were talking in the stableyard, near the gun-room but Lord Ragnall himself. I could see that he had overheard the conversation, for he looked angry. "Jenkins," he said, addressing the keeper, "do what Mr. Quatermain has said and attend to your own business.
"I say, you fellows," I sang out, "won't you take some diamonds with you? I've filled my pockets and the basket." "Oh, come on, Quatermain! and hang the diamonds!" said Sir Henry. "I hope that I may never see another." As for Good, he made no answer. He was, I think, taking his last farewell of all that was left of the poor girl who had loved him so well.
Even Hans was depressed, while Savage became like a man under sentence of execution at a near but uncertain date. I tried to cheer him up and asked him what was the matter. "I don't know, Mr. "Well, Savage," I said jokingly, "at any rate there don't seem to be any snakes here." "No, Mr. Quatermain.
Allan Quatermain at dinner, and, of course, did my best to draw him; but he was not to be drawn.
There is still light, Lord Quatermain, and such hospitality as I can offer is at your service." A.Q.: "Ah! I knew Bey Hassan, that you were only joking with me when you said that you wished us to go elsewhere. An excellent jest, truly, from one whose hospitality is so famous.
"It is impossible to solve problems at this hour of the morning, Quatermain, and there is no time to toss. So I vote for the Temple." "It seems our best chance. At any rate that's your choice, so let's go." Then I sang out to the Kaffirs, "The Basutos are on us. We go to Tampel for refuge. Run!" My word! they did run. I never saw athletes make better time over the first quarter of a mile.
Quatermain, my friend, my case is a hard one, as you would think if the woman you loved with your whole heart were shut up within a few hundred yards of you and no communication with her possible after all this time of separation and agony. What makes it worse is, as I gathered from what Harût said the other day, that she is still out of her mind."
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