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He looked at me in astonishment, like a man charged suddenly with a crime, and slid his long hand out under her slim throat, and over her silk foretop; then he growled. "You don't know your A, B, C's, Quiller. She wants water; that's all." Jud grinned like a bronzed Bacchus. "The queen might wear Spanish needles in her shirt," he said, "an' be damned.
I showed the seal to Jud and replaced it on the mantelpiece. He slapped his leg. "Twiggs brought that," he said, "an' he's gone on to Westfall's. What does it say?" "I didn't read it," I answered. The man heaved his shoulders up almost to his ears. "Quiller," he said, "you can't root, if you have a silk nose."
At this point old Quiller, who had been toddling about in the November sunshine outside, pushed open the door in a state of breathless excitement. "Here's Master Bernard coming, missie," he announced. Mab started to her feet, her face in a sudden, marvellous glow. "There now!" said Mrs. Quiller, relieving her of her precious burden. "Who'd have thought it? You'd better go and talk to him."
The hunchback struck his fist against the door of the shop. "Quiller," he said, "you ought to have sideboards on your noggin. That's what he's done, sure as the Lord made little apples!" Then he got on his horse and rode her through the hickories out to the brow of the hill. Presently I heard him call, and went to him with El Mahdi on a trot.
"But I know that Quiller the younger is under the impression that I have engaged him to row me out of the harbour and bring me back again. And I don't see very well how I can cancel the engagement." Miss Ward nudged her cousin at this speech. "Oh, if he isn't just quaint!" she said. "Look here, Bert! You're running this show. Tell Mr.
"By the way, did you ever know a man called Quiller who had some fishing craft in these parts twenty years ago?" The man beamed at the question. "That's my father, sir. He lives along with my wife and the kids. Will you come and see him, sir? Oh, yes, he's well and hearty. But he's getting on in years, is dad. He don't go out with the luggers now. You'll come and see him, eh, sir?"
It was plain that they had given up hope. Seton raged up and down the quay in impotent agony of mind. The off-shore wind continued for some hours. There was not the smallest doubt that the boat had been driven out to sea, unless a still more awful possibility she had been swamped and sunk long ago. As darkness fell, the gale at length abated, and Quiller the younger approached Seton.
"You can't take Ump for it," said he. "Ump won't believe anything he can't put his finger on, if it's swore to on a stack of Bibles. Quiller, I've seen them holes in the mountains where the Dwarfs lived, with the marks on the rocks like's on them logs, an' I've seen the rigamajigs that they cut in the sandstone. They could a built the bridge, if they took a notion, just by sayin' words."
"Lordy! man, you're about the most reckless creature that ever set on hog leather." "The devil you say!" said Ump. "That's what I say," continued the tavern-keeper, waving his arm to add fury to his bad declamation. "That's what I say. Suppose you'd got little Quiller drownded?" The hunchback seemed to consider this possibility with the gravity of one pointed suddenly to some defect in his life.
I began to stammer like a novice taken in a wrong. Then Woodford did a cunning thing. He assumed that I was not embarrassed, but that I was amused at his queer words. "Upon my life, Quiller," he said, "I don't wonder that you laugh.
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