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She thought of the "specimen" slumbering in a berth six sizes too large for it, and reflected that Norah Hood might snatch considerable happiness out of the contract after all. "Do you know anything of the old playmate?" Mrs. Stellasis asked Dr. Ruthine suddenly one afternoon in the Red Sea.
"It would be a good thing done, but don't let Agar do it." "May I leave the ship at Plymouth?" asked Mark Ruthine, with a quiet air of obedience which seemed to be accepted with the gravity with which it was offered. "I don't see why you should not," was the reply. "Everybody goes ashore there except about half a dozen men, who certainly will not want your services."
To Dora the sound brought a sudden boundless sense of relief. Amidst this mental confusion it came as a practical common-sense proof that the tension of the last year was over. The burden of her own life was by it lifted from her shoulders; for Jem was here, and nothing could matter very much now. Presently Ruthine came into the room. As he went towards Arthur he glanced at Dora and then at Mrs.
Mark Ruthine shook his head with a little laugh. "I always thought, Agar, that you were a bit of a fool!" "I have sometimes suspected it myself," admitted the soldier meekly. "Why, man," said Ruthine, "Seymour Michael is one of the biggest rascals on God's earth. I would not trust him with fourpence round the corner." "Nor would I," put in the Captain, "and the sum is not excessive."
"Good business good business," exclaimed the General, who seemed somewhat unnecessarily excited. "Old Mark Ruthine too!" he went on. "You look as fit as ever. Still turning your thousands out of the British public eh!" "Yes," said Ruthine, "thank you." "Just run ashore for half an hour, I suppose?" continued Seymour Michael, looking hurriedly out towards the Mahanaddy.
Mark Ruthine had gently pushed Seymour Michael into the room and was closing the door behind them. Mrs. Agar did not see the General, who was half-concealed by his junior officer. She could not take her eyes from Jem's face. "This is fortunate," he said; and the sound of his voice was music in Dora's ears. "This is fortunate, every one seems to be here."
That was why she asked Mark Ruthine if he knew anything about the old playmate to whom Norah Hood was engaged. That was why Mark Ruthine looked for the back of the question; for he was almost as expert as a woman among the humanities.
He looked over his shoulder, and, seeing Mark Ruthine, called him by a glance. "This is my doctor," he said, to the scholarly parson. "He will be happy to see that Miss Hood is comfortably settled among us. I am naturally rather a busy man until we leave the Start Light behind us." So Mark Ruthine hovered about, and discreetly looked the other way when the moment of parting came.
Mark Ruthine slowly turned, still upon his knees. He rose, and in his dark face there was that strange eagerness again, like the eagerness of a sportsman approaching some unknown quarry in the jungle. "What do you mean, Mrs. Agar?" he asked. "I mean that he was born with a hatred for that man stronger than anything that was in him. His soul was given to him full of hate for Seymour Michael.
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