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Her old nurse will be able to give you all the information you want." Zillah appeared. Mr. Sebright put his questions. "Were you in the house when Miss Finch was born?" "Yes, sir." "Was there anything wrong with her eyes at her birth, or soon afterwards?" "Nothing, sir." "How did you know?" "I knew by seeing her take notice, sir.
One thing was plain: as long as the Tempest was in reach, I must make the acquaintance of both Sebright and the doctor. To this end, I excused myself with Mr. Fowler, returned to Honolulu, and passed the remainder of the day hanging vainly round the cool verandahs of the hotel. It was near nine o'clock at night before I was rewarded. "That is the gentleman you were asking for," said the clerk.
With books, with music, with talk above all, with Love to help her she counted her way calmly through the dull succession of hours and days till the time came which was to decide the question in dispute between the oculists the terrible question of which of the two, Mr. Sebright or Herr Grosse, was right. I was not present at the examination which finally decided all doubt.
And now the time was approaching; the time to awake and step forth out of the temple of sunshine and love of whispers and silences. It had come. The night before both Williams and Sebright had been on deck, working the ship with an anxious care to take the utmost advantage of every favouring flaw in the contrary breeze. In the morning I was told there was a norther brewing.
That big one there?" "Nonsense, Mary. Never see boat again. Wouldn't grudge it. Only Sebright is quite right. Didn't you hear what Sebright said? Very sensible. Ask Sebright. He will explain to you again."
Most fortunate I was there to be produced eye-witness nobleman's son. He knew I could speak up in a good cause. "And by the way, Kemp," he said, with sudden annoyance, recollecting himself, as it were, "you never turned up for that dinner sent no word, nor anything...." Williams had been talking to me, but it was with Sebright that I felt myself growing intimate.
"But the point is that it would have been no earthly good for you two," continued Sebright. "That's the point I made. If O'Brien knows anything, he knows you are on board this ship. He reckons on it as a dead certainty. Now, it is very evident that we could refuse to give you up, Mr. How you would get on afterwards with old Groggy Rowley, I don't know.
Then she confessed she had a letter didn't believe it but wanted a change, and would like to come for one voyage. Nothing could be said to that. The worst was, the captain was so knocked over at the idea of his little sins coming to light, that he Sebright had the greatest difficulty in preventing him from giving himself away.
"Turned up, by heavens!... Go in.... Good God!... Bucketfuls of tears...." stammered Sebright, pushing us into the cuddy. "Go in! Go in at once!" Mrs. Williams rose from behind the table wide-eyed, clasping her hands, and stumbled twice as she ran to us. "What have you done to that child, Mr. Kemp!" she cried insanely at me. "Oh, my dear, my dear! You look like your own ghost."
I am sure the captain and Mrs. Williams think so, too." The festive and subdued captain of the Lion was staring straight before him, as if stuffed. Mrs. Williams moved her fingers, compressed her lips, and looked helplessly at all of us in turn. "Besides altering his will," Sebright breathed confidentially at the back of my head. Those two were afraid of him.
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