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In the sitting-room Ethel was putting the last touches to the invalid's comfort for the night, moving about busily. Doris leaned against the table, and made no attempt to help her. "Dudley wants me to go to the White City with him on Thursday evening. I said I would." "Thursday is the night I have to go and see Dr. Renshaw"; and Ethel glanced round with a shadow of vexation on her face.
No sir, gals is gals in some things all the time." Renshaw rose and paced the room rapidly. "Perhaps I'd better speak to her again before she goes," he said, impulsively. "P'r'aps you'd better not," replied the imperturbable Nott. Irritated as he was, Renshaw could not avoid the reflection that the old man was right. What, indeed, could he say to her with his present imperfect knowledge?
I am through with the present policy. At least, I hope to be in a few minutes. Do you think you can undertake that?" Mr. Renshaw, with a sigh of relief, intimated that he could. "Good," said John. "And now I'm afraid I must ask you to go. A rather private and delicate interview is in the offing. Bat, I'm very much obliged to you and Otto for your help.
"I have thought so too," said Renshaw. "Then I must go back at once," she continued, impulsively. "Father must not be left alone." "Nor must you," said Renshaw, quickly. "Do let me return with you, and share with you and your father the trouble I have brought upon you.
Presently she asked timidly, "Do you think it wrong to tell another person's secret for their own good?" "No," said Renshaw, promptly. "Then I'll tell you Monsieur de Ferrieres's! But only because I believe from what you have just said that he will turn out to have some right to the treasure."
Renshaw," she added, suddenly catching sight of his changed expression, "at my foolishness in saying you reminded me of the pirate. I meant nothing." "I know you're incapable of meaning anything but good to anybody, Miss Nott, perhaps to me more than I deserve," said Renshaw with a sudden burst of feeling. "I wish I wish you would do ME a favor. YOU asked me one just now." He had taken her hand.
Yo' try to stop all our pleasures ebenings, an' dar's gwine be a strike -shuah!" "You may strike right now, if you wish to," Tom retorted, facing the last speaker. "Mr. Renshaw will be prepared to pay you off within hour. Any other man in this camp who isn't content to get along without liquor and gambling may as well strike at the same time. Mr. Renshaw, it's half-past eight.
Nott, enthusiastically, when he had recovered from that complete absence of punctuation which alone suggested verse to his intellect. "He sorter struck water down here," indicating his heart, "every time." "But what has Miss Nott to do with M. de Ferrières?" asked Renshaw, with a faint smile. Mr. Nott regarded him with, dumb, round, astonished eyes. "Hezn't she told yer?" "Certainly not."
Ferguson?" I felt inclined to say "Not guilty." I backed a step or two and jerked my head towards Archie, and Renshaw turned the searchlight off me and switched it onto him. "You are Mr. Archibald Ferguson, the artist?" Archie nodded pallidly, and Renshaw nodded, as much as to say that you couldn't deceive him. He produced a sheet of paper. It was the middle page of the Mail.
Renshaw go, father, sez she; 'wot makes everybody run away from the ship? sez she, rather peart-like and sassy for her. 'Mr.
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