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"Surely Davenport's wishes can't be endangered through my knowledge of any secret," Florence replied, with so much sad affection that Turl was again visibly moved. "But for the misunderstanding which kept us apart, he would not have had this secret from me. And to think! he disappeared the very day Mr. Larcher was to enlighten him. It was cruel!
Before the three newcomers had finished their survey of the room, Larcher saw Barry Tompkins signalling, with a raised glass and a grinning countenance, from a far corner. He mentioned the fact to his companions. "Let's go over to him," said Bagley, abruptly. "I see there's room there." Larcher was nothing loath, nor was Turl in the least unwilling.
Evelyn continued for some time in town; attending to his anatomical and chymical studies. Wilmot had completed his comedy. It had been favourably received by the manager; and was to be the second new piece brought forward. Turl, with equal perseverance, was pursuing his own plans: and, though I heard nothing more from Olivia, my heart was at ease.
No doubt a third person would hold that, though Bagley morally owed that amount, the creditor wasn't justified in paying himself by a breach of trust. But the creditor himself, looking at the matter with feeling rather than thought, was sincere enough in considering the case at least debatable. As for me, you will say, if I am Francis Turl, I am logically a third person.
'I can discover no ill consequences in being sincere. I repeat, were there millions of seas, I would sooner drown in them all! You are continually pushing your philosophy to extremes, Mr. Turl. 'You should rather say, Mr. Trevor, you are pushing your want of philosophy to an extreme. 'The self denial you require is not in the nature of man. 'The nature of man is a senseless jargon.
I needed only to see the old Murray Davenport appear in you one moment. Hereafter you shall be Francis Turl, the happy and fortunate! But you and I will have our secret before the world you shall be Francis Turl but to me you shall be Murray Davenport, too Murray Davenport hidden away in Francis Turl. To me alone, for the sake of the old memories.
But no man can ever say he's done me out of that much money, no matter how smart he is. So I'll have that back, if I've got to spend all the rest of my pile to get it. One way or another, I'll manage to produce evidence connecting you with Murray Davenport at the time he disappeared with my cash." Turl pondered.
This sort of talk helped to beguile the nerves of the three young people while they waited for Turl to come. But as the hands of the clock neared the appointed minute, Edna's excitement returned, and Larcher found himself becoming fidgety. What Florence felt could not be divined, as she sat perfectly motionless, gazing into the fire. She had merely sent up a request to know if Mr.
"They're usin' it in the back room," was the reply. "Got a pack o' cards?" then asked Bagley. The barkeeper handed over a pack which had been reposing in a cigar-box. "I'll make it as sudden as you like," said Bagley to Turl. "One cut apiece, and highest wins. Or would you like something not so quick?" "One cut, and the higher wins," said Turl.
"Tell her " the Duke choked back a phrase of which the memory would have shamed his last hours. "Tell her," he substituted, "that you have seen Marius sitting among the ruins of Carthage," and limped quickly away down the Turl. Both his hands had been abraded by the fall. He tended them angrily with his handkerchief. Mr.
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