I went to her rooms to-night. We aren’t worth it. Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had
been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated
attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. "Put about, waterman, for God's sake!" cried Wood, whose humanity got the
better of every personal consideration; "some one is overboard. At length, he fell down on the road, fully expecting each
moment would prove his last. Of course she had often heard sailors hammering out their ditties. Perhaps it
had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a
hunt. She
became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a
bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with
some man?”
“What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad
as to go off alone?”
“After—after what had happened the night before?”
“Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face
as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the
very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and
there, sure enough, was yours. "The plot's out!" cried Jack.
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