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Updated: May 19, 2025
The idea of returning to my sanctum was intolerably dreadful to me. "Ha! ha!" laughed the magician, for even as I spoke to Perkins and Tompson I found myself seated opposite my infernal visitor in my room once more. "They couldn't keep you an instant with me summoning you back." His laughter was terrible; his frown was pleasanter; and I felt myself gradually losing control of my senses.
And here at the Buergenstock, when he got into his room, his letters stared him in the face. "Damned officiousness!" he said to himself, thinking of Tompson. He did not want to be reminded of any existence other than the dream of heaven he was now enjoying. Oh! they were all very real and material, these epistles quite of earth! One was from his mother.
As he read the last words the room became dark for Paul, and he fell back like a log on the bed, the paper fluttering to the floor from his nerveless fingers. She was gone and life seemed over for him. Here, perhaps an hour later, Tompson found him still unconscious, and in terrified haste sent off for a doctor, and telegraphed to Sir Charles Verdayne: "Come at once, TOMPSON."
Mark's, and thought it was a tumble-down place, with uneven pavements, and he would have noticed there were a 'jolly lot of pigeons' in the square! Then he would have been captious with the food at his hotel, grumbled at the waiters, scolded poor Tompson and left for Rome!" "Oh! darling!" said Paul, laughing too, in spite of his protest.
This fact comforted Tompson greatly, but Paul's father found in it no consolation. The difficulty had been to prevent his mother from descending upon them. She must ever be kept in ignorance of this episode in her son's life. She belonged to the class of intellect which could never have understood.
That same afternoon the captain, accompanied, as before, by Lieutenant Hoskins, again visited the place of ambush, and presumably made final arrangements for the capture of the cauffle, but what they were I did not know, for I was left behind, with Tompson, the gunner, in charge of the factory, with instructions to overhaul our stock of arms and ammunition, and see that everything of that kind was made perfectly ready for the next day's work.
That this embarrassing custom was practised to do us especial honour we had ample proof." Chester, the trader, laid down the book and looked curiously at the title, "A Journal of the Expedition under Don Felipe Tompson, through the Caroline Islands." It was in Spanish, and had been lent him by one of the Jesuit Fathers in Ponapé.
"Lucky to have got off without a knife or a bullet through him dangerous nations to grapple with," he said. "Yes I gather some pretty heavy menace was over their heads, and that is what made the lady decamp, so we've much to be thankful for," agreed Sir Charles. "Had she any children?" the other asked. "Tompson says no.
The ring-dove was gone, a thing of mystery lay there instead unresisting, motionless, white. Now and then Paul looked at her half in fear. Was she real? Was it some dream, and would he wake in his room at Verdayne Place among the sporting prints and solid Chippendale furniture to hear Tompson saying, "Eight o'clock, sir, and a fine day"? Oh, no, no, she was real!
In 1825, when Duperrey, the French navigator, visited the island he estimated the population at eleven thousand, and Don Felipe Tompson, an Englishman in the Spanish Navy, who was there long before Duperrey, relates that the houses of the people formed an almost continuous line around the southern and western coasts.
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