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Raymond, who had always been pretty intimate with Tremere, as they both berthed in the same mess-room, continually threw himself in the way of the latter, in order to tempt him to speak of the evening's occurrences. Tremere was as silent as a marble statue, though he looked as composed and good-natured as ever; indeed, rather more so than usual.
I say, Raymond, you are a good fellow to kiss the hand that smites you; and I hope you will keep on kissing it. What did you try to pump Tremere for, after you saw what he was up to?" "I wanted to know what he was up to." "Don't you know? It is a game of bluff. Those fellows pretend to be indifferent to what we are doing." "They certainly seem to be very indifferent.
"What do you mean by that?" "Speech is silver, silence is golden." "Humph!" sneered Raymond, puzzled by the singular replies of his friend. "Yours truly," laughed Tremere. "Why don't you speak?" "I haven't learned my piece." "You have learned a piece of impudence." "'He that hath but impudence To all things has a fair pretence." "Are you mad, Tremere?"
so falling people extend their arms before them by a natural impulse, which prompts our limbs to offices and motions without any commission from our reason. "Falciferos memorant currus abscindere membra . . . Ut tremere in terra videatur ab artubus id quod Decidit abscissum; cum mens tamen atque hominis vis Mobilitate mali, non quit sentire dolorem."
"I am," said Raymond. "So am I," added Lindsley. "And I," chimed in others. "While we are waiting, suppose we circulate the idea." At this moment Tremere and Willis, who were the other occupants of the mess-room, came in, and the proposition was stated to them. "No!" exclaimed Tremere, very decidedly.
"'Though this be madness, yet there's method in it." "Quit your quotations! What's that on your coat?" "A coat-ation." "If you are mad with me, Tremere, say so." "'I am not mad! no, no, I am not mad!" shouted the member of the Order of the Faithful, with appropriate gestures and expression. "Come, quit fooling! Can't you talk sense?" "I can and will; for "'Want of decency is want of sense.
"No; I mean to turn in, for I may be called before I have had my snooze out;" and Tremere, yawning as if he were bored and very indifferent, walked into the mess-room which contained his berth. Those who had listened to the conversation were very much amused by it, and the rest of the Faithful took their cue from Tremere.
He was unwilling to believe the evidence of his senses, though he knew that there was considerable disaffection on board. "Did the rest of the crew hear the boatswain's pipe?" asked Goodwin of the faithful few. "Yes, sir," replied Tremere. "Where are they now?" "In the mess-rooms." "Why don't they obey?"
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