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"I tell you plainly, I shall place a construction of my own upon your motive if you do." "No, Richard," said Sir Joseph, quietly, "I accept." Turlington drew back a step in silence. Sir Joseph had turned the tables on him, and had taken him by surprise. "It will upset several plans, and be strongly objected to by the ladies," proceeded the old gentleman.
The last words they heard him say were words urging the men at the oars to lose no time. He was invariably brutal with the men. "Pull, you lazy beggars!" he exclaimed, with an oath. "Pull for your lives!" The Money Market. Let us be serious. Business! The new scene plunges us head foremost into the affairs of the Levant trading-house of Pizzituti, Turlington & Branca.
Turning that question slowly over and over in his mind, Richard Turlington seated himself in a corner at the stern of the vessel. He was still at work on the problem, when the young surgeon returned to his cabin to put the finishing touches to his toilet. He had not reached the solution when the steward appeared an hour later and said, "Breakfast is ready, sir!"
The doctor had come back to the door to say that he would take on himself the necessary duty of informing the constable of what had happened, on his return to the village. Turlington started and changed color. If Wildfang was found by others, and questioned in his employer's absence, serious consequences might follow.
Turlington suddenly threw aside the newspaper and left his corner. "Let's be good friends!" he burst out, with a clumsy assumption of gayety. "This isn't keeping Christmas-eve. Let's talk and be sociable. Dearest Natalie!" He threw his arm roughly round Natalie, and drew her by main force away from her aunt. She turned deadly pale, and struggled to release herself.
Taken on the whole, this was a man whom it might be easy to respect, but whom it would be hard to love. Better company at the official desk than at the social table. Morally and physically if the expression may be permitted a man without a bend in him. "A calm yesterday," grumbled Richard Turlington, looking with stubborn deliberation all round him. "And a calm to-day.
He avoided his lawyer's eye; and he looked at Turlington rather uneasily. "Richard," he began at last, "when I spoke to you about your marriage, on board the yacht, I said I would give my daughter " Either his courage or his breath failed him at that point. He was obliged to wait a moment before he could go on. "I said I would give my daughter half my fortune on her marriage," he resumed.
"You have broken into my house in the night," said the voice. "And you don't escape this way." Miss Lavinia sank on her knees. Natalie flew to her father. His eyes were wide open in terror; he moaned, feebly recognizing the voice. The next sound that was heard was the sound made by the removal of the ladder from the balcony. Turlington, having descended by it, had taken it away.
Sophia produced the packet. Before she handed it to the visitor, she looked at her sister. "Ought we to let Mr. Turlington go," she asked, "as if nothing had happened?" Amelia considered silently with herself. She proposed, before proceeding further, to inquire whether Lady Winwood was in the house. The idea was instantly adopted. Sophia rang the bell.
"There is your fan, my dear," she said, in her easy off-hand manner. "Why do you allow these two barbarous men to keep you here while the great Bootmann is playing the Nightmare Sonata in the next room? Launce! Mr. Turlington! follow me, and learn to be musical directly!
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