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"My dear," said Mr Ravenshaw to his wife when she appeared, "you'd better look after our breakfast I've made a mess of it, and I'll go over to Angus Macdonald and invite him and his household to come and stay with us. Their house must be almost afloat by this time." The old gentleman hailed Peegwish, who was outside in the canoe at the moment.
When the water rose considerably above his knees, and ice-floes threatened to sweep him away, Mr Ravenshaw thought it was time for an elderly gentleman to retire. The others continued for some time longer securing the ropes and, with poles, turning aside the ice; but ere long they also were driven to the higher ground, and compelled to stand idly by and watch the work of destruction.
Austin Turold fixed his glance on the ceiling, where a solitary fly was cleaning its wings with its legs. From the window Charles Turold presented an immobile profile. Only Dr. Ravenshaw seemed to listen with an interest which never flagged. Yet it was a story well worth hearing, that record of indomitable pertinacity which had refused to be baulked by years or rebuffs.
We must also remember that there were several people in the room after the door was burst open, including the dead man's brother. It seems that it was he who first propounded the suicide theory to Dr. Ravenshaw, and subsequently to Pengowan. Do you know anything about the brother?" "I know nothing personally.
Do you remember the disclosure he made to us this afternoon? It is a matter which might well have preyed upon his mind." "I see," said the other thoughtfully. "Yes, perhaps you may be right." Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a loud knocking downstairs. "That must be the police," observed Dr. Ravenshaw. "Let us go down." "Why should Robert commit suicide?"
To be so near happiness, so near fame, so near the long paragraph in praise of the private theatricals at Ecclesford, the seat of the Right Hon. Lord Ravenshaw, in Cornwall, which would of course have immortalised the whole party for at least a twelvemonth! and being so near, to lose it all, was an injury to be keenly felt, and Mr. Yates could talk of nothing else.
Of late, however, they had ceased to talk much of the absent ones, because, as months flew by without any tidings, their anxieties increased, and as their fears increased they felt less inclined to talk hopefully. Long before the breaking up of the ice Mr Ravenshaw had sent off an expedition at his own cost in search of the searchers. It consisted of a trusty Indian and two half-breeds.
He strode from the spot with a look of ineffable scorn, and the air of an offended chieftain. Old Ravenshaw tried to resume his tranquillity, but the demon was self-willed, and tobacco had lost its power. There were more clouds, however, in store for him that morning.
Coming to the surface immediately, she filled the house with a yell that almost choked the hearers, caused old Ravenshaw to heave the pemmican curry into the lap of Lambert, and induced Lambert himself to leap down-stairs to the rescue like a harlequin. The bold youth had to swim for it!
She rattled the door-handle. "Robert, Robert, what is the matter? Let me in. It is I Constance." "We must break in the door," said Dr. Ravenshaw. "Stand away, Mrs. Pendleton, please. Now, Thalassa, both together." The doctor and the servant put their shoulders to the door. Mr. Pendleton watched them with a white face, but did not go to their assistance.
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