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Updated: May 23, 2025
Just now we look like people who get into unknown galleries, the doors of which are always shut behind them." "Do you advise me to back out?" asked Shandon, endeavouring to read the answer in the doctor's eyes.
Was he not seeking to blind himself to the right and the wrong of it? This was the sort of thing that Sledge Hume would do; should Wayne Shandon do it? Was his first venture after the priceless gift of Wanda's love to him, to be a thing like this?
This was Conway's business; if he chose to keep it his secret from his cousin, Wayne Shandon was not the man to ask him to talk about it. Moreover, perhaps even more important now than that consideration, there was another. Leland and Hume had at least been upon the point of going into this matter just before Arthur's death, and they had taken Arthur into their confidence.
"With you," continued Clawbonny, without hearing him, "we are sure to go far and not to draw back for a trifle." "But " began Shandon again. "For you have shown what you are made of, commander; I know your deeds of service. You are a fine sailor!" "If you will allow me " "No, I won't have your bravery, audacity, and skill put an instant in doubt, even by you!
"If you'll make the stakes worth a man's time I'll make you hunt your hole, Shandon." A little flush crept up into Shandon's cheeks and his eyes hardened. It would be so easy to quarrel again with this man; the very sight of him, supremely egotistical and contemptuous, stirred a natural dislike into something very close to positive hatred.
Johnson came up to him and said "Commander, if we want to profit by the tide, there is no time to be lost; we shall not be clear of the docks for at least an hour." Shandon looked round him once more and consulted his watch. The twelve o'clock letters had been distributed. In despair he told Johnson to start.
Shandon, with his snow spectacles, was examining the horizon, but his joy was of short duration, for he soon discovered that the passage ended in a circus of mountains. However, he preferred going on, in spite of the difficulty, to going back.
The weather was cloudy and the sea rough; a south-easter blew with violence, but it was easy to get out of the Mersey. At twelve o'clock nothing had yet been received. Dr. Clawbonny marched up and down in agitation, looking through his telescope, gesticulating, impatient for the sea, as he said. He felt moved, though he struggled against it. Shandon bit his lips till the blood came.
Towards eight in the evening Shandon and the doctor, accompanied by Garry, went on a voyage of discovery in the midst of the immense plains; they took care not to go too far away from the vessel, as it was difficult to fix any landmarks in those white solitudes, the aspects of which changed constantly.
There would come, in due season, cushions which she would work secretly in her bedroom at home and which she would fill here with fragrant pine needles and sweet scented herbs; there would be a book or two; little, unused things would disappear from Julia's kitchen, a tea pot, a bit of coffee, knives, forks and spoons; and some day when the full summer had brought the sunshine that would dissipate the shadows of these last days Wayne Shandon would come here, would stand under the cliffs looking up wonderingly; would climb her magic ladder and dine with her.
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