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Williams or Sebright he was the man, had been speaking up for me. Or Seraphina had been to the Spanish ambassador. She was back; I should see her. I started up. "The Lion's home," I repeated. The turnkey snarled, "She was posted as overdue three days ago." I couldn't believe it was true. "I saw it in the papers," he grumbled on. "I dursn't tell you." He continued violently, "Blow my dickey.
The conjunction of these planets seeming ominous, I drew near; but it seemed Bellairs had done his business; he vanished in the crowd, and I found my officer alone. "Do you know whom you have been talking to, Mr. Sebright?" I began. "No," said he; "I don't know him from Adam. Anything wrong?" "He is a disreputable lawyer, recently disbarred," said I. "I wish I had seen you in time.
He said in an imperfectly assured voice, "Seems as if there was a steadier draught coming now." At this we rose from the table impetuously, as though he had shouted an alarm of fire, and Mrs. Williams, with a little cry, ran round to Seraphina. Leaving the two women locked in a silent embrace, the captain, Sebright and myself hurried out on deck. Every man in the ship had done the same.
The two sailors, having finished reefing, hoisted, lowered, and hoisted again the yard to see that the gear ran clear, and without one look at us, stepped back into the gig, and sat down in their places. For a moment longer we lay together, touching sides. Sebright extended his hand from boat to boat.
"Will you let us hear your opinions?" The wearisome contest of courtesy was renewed between our medical advisers. Mr. Sebright bowed to Herr Grosse: "You first." Herr Grosse bowed to Mr. Sebright: "No you!" My impatience broke through this cruel and ridiculous professional restraint. "Speak both together, gentlemen, if you like!" I said sharply.
The Captain-General shall be made sick of this business, or my name isn't Williams. I'll make a breeze over it at home. You shall help in that, Kemp. You ain't afraid of big-wigs. Not you. You ain't afraid of anything...." "He's a devil of a fellow, and a dead shot," threw in Sebright. "And jolly lucky for us, too, sir. It's simply marvellous that you should turn up like this, Mr. Kemp.
Sebright would understand it if Williams did not. I trusted Sebright's sagacity. Yes, she would sail tomorrow evening. A day and a half. If I could only keep the knowledge of Seraphina from O'Brien till then she was safe, and I should be safe, too, for my lips would be unsealed. I could claim the protection of my Consul and proclaim the villainy of the Juez.
We have barely five minutes more to spare. You have heard my opinion. I hold to it." Herr Grosse took a pinch of snuff. "I also," he said, "hold to mine." Lucilla turned towards the place from which Mr. Sebright had spoken. "I am obliged to you, sir, for your opinion," she said, very quietly and firmly. "I am determined to try the operation. If it does fail, it will only leave me what I am now.
A row of heads, posed on chins all along the rail, stared after us with unanimous fixity. Mrs. Williams averted her face on her husband's shoulder. Behind the couple, Sebright raised his cap gravely. Our little sail filled to a breeze which was much too feeble to produce a perceptible effect on the ship, and we left behind us her towering form, as one recedes from a tall white spire on a plain.
Manuel managed to jerk a half-choked "Excellency," and Castro, muffled up to the eyes, began to walk slowly aft, pausing after each solemn stride. The dark woman in the doorway was as effectual as an angel with a flaming sword. She paralyzed me completely. Sebright dropped his voice a little.
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