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The excitement of the chase, which on former occasions he had so much enjoyed, now no longer attracts him half so much as the smiles of Wilhelmina Van Wyk, the only sister of his friends Groot Willem and Arend. The latter young gentleman would not have travelled far from the daily society of little Truey Von Bloom, had he been left to his own inclinations.
The two young ladies, Truey Von Bloom and Wilhelmina Van Wyk, were delighted at again meeting with their lovers, and, what is more, were honest enough to admit that such was the case.
Van Wyk wondered, as if Captain Whalley had been miles and miles away, out of sight and earshot of all evil. He was sickened by an immense disgust of Sterne. To even mention his threat to a man like Whalley would be positively indecent. There was something more vile and insulting in its hint than in a definite charge of crime the debasing taint of blackmailing.
"The situation is grave beyond doubt," Mr. Van Wyk said. Ghost-like in their white clothes they could not distinguish each others' features, and their feet made no sound on the soft earth. A sort of purring was heard. Mr. Sterne felt gratified by such a beginning. "I thought, Mr. Van Wyk, a gentleman of your sort would see at once how awkwardly I was situated." "Yes, very.
"Not to get drunk." "I heard him swear that the worry with the boilers was enough to drive any man to drink," Sterne said maliciously. Massy hissed out something about bursting the door in. Mr. Van Wyk, to avoid them, crossed in the dark to the other side of the deserted deck. The planking of the little wharf rattled faintly under his hasty feet. "Mr. Van Wyk! Mr. Van Wyk!"
Well fortified, surrounded by a broad and deep moat; built upon both sides of the Meuse, upon the right bank of which river, however, the portion of the town was so inconsiderable that it was merely called the village of Wyk, this key to the German gate of the Netherlands was, unfortunately, in brave but feeble hands.
Had he a presentiment, I wonder? Perhaps! Still it seems a miserable end for such a striking figure." "Oh yes! It was a miserable end," Mr. Van Wyk said, with so much fervor that the lawyer looked up at him curiously; and afterwards, after parting with him, he remarked to an acquaintance "Queer person that Dutch tobacco-planter from Batu Beru. Know anything of him?"
He simply went on to state that he was personally interested in putting things straight between them. Personally . . . But Mr. Van Wyk, really carried away by his disgust with Massy, became very incisive "Indeed if I am to be frank with you his whole character does not seem to me particularly estimable or trustworthy . . ."
Van Wyk resumed in a deliberate undertone, "on your own showing he's more than likely to get a mortgagee's man thrust upon him as captain. For my part, I know that I would make that very stipulation myself if I had to find the money. And as a matter of fact I am thinking of doing so. It would be worth my while in many ways. Do you see how this would bear on the case under discussion?"
But the remarkable thing speaking to a sailor I should say was . . ." He talked well, without egotism, professionally. The powerful voice, produced without effort, filled the bungalow even into the empty rooms with a deep and limpid resonance, seemed to make a stillness outside; and Mr. Van Wyk was surprised by the serene quality of its tone, like the perfection of manly gentleness.
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