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Updated: June 16, 2025
'Don't call me that! I mean... For God's sake, can't you see I'm on the rack? 'I see it, I know it, I put and keep you there, my fingers are on the screws! said Attwater. 'Please God, I will bring a penitent this night before His throne. Come, come to the mercy-seat! He waits to be gracious, man waits to be gracious!
'There is nothing wrong; all is above board; Captain Brown is a good soul; he is a... he is... The phantom voice of Davis called in his ear: 'There's going to be a funeral' and the sweat burst forth and streamed on his brow. 'He is a family man, he resumed again, swallowing; 'he has children at home and a wife. 'And a very nice man? said Attwater. 'And so is Mr Whish, no doubt?
I am a plain man and very literal. Whom God hath joined together are the words, I fancy. So one married them, and respects the marriage," said Attwater. "Ah!" said Herrick. "You see, I may look to make an excellent marriage when I go home," began Attwater confidentially. "I am rich.
With a groan he turned to follow his host, who was standing with polite smile, and instantly and somewhat obsequiously led the way in the now darkened colonnade of palms. There they went in silence, the earth gave up richly of her perfume, the air tasted warm and aromatic in the nostrils; and from a great way forward in the wood, the brightness of lights and fire marked out the house of Attwater.
"You have everythink about you in no end style, and no mistake, but I tell you it wouldn't do for me. Too much of 'the old rustic bridge by the mill'; too retired by 'alf. Give me the sound of Bow Bells!" "You must not think it was always so," replied Attwater. "This was once a busy shore, although now, hark! you can hear the solitude. I find it stimulating.
Coming on the top crest of his murderous intentions, he had walked straight into an ambuscade, and now stood, with his hands impotently lifted, staring at the verandah. The party was now broken up. Attwater leaned on a post, and kept Davis covered with a Winchester. One of the servants was hard by with a second at the port arms, leaning a little forward, round-eyed with eager expectancy.
The whole thing was come and gone in a breath. Before Herrick could turn about, before Davis could complete his cry of horror, the clerk lay in the sand, sprawling and convulsed. Attwater ran to the body; he stooped and viewed it; he put his finger in the vitriol, and his face whitened and hardened with anger.
And even Huish showed a little in that sacredness; by the tacit adoption of daily life they were become brothers; there was an implied bond of loyalty in their cohabitation of the ship and their passed miseries, to which Herrick must be a little true or wholly dishonoured. Horror of sudden death for horror of sudden death, there was here no hesitation possible: it must be Attwater.
"Wait a bit," said Davis; "I'm out of my depth. How was this? Do you mean to say you did it single-handed?" "One did it single-handed," said Attwater, "because there was nobody to help one." "By God, but you must be a holy terror!" cried the captain, in a glow of admiration. "One does one's best," said Attwater.
Attwater and his servants had disappeared; and only the lamps shone on the deserted table and the bright sand about the house, and threw into the night in all directions the strong and tall shadows of the palms. Davis ground his teeth. Where were they gone, the cowards? to what hole had they retreated beyond reach?
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