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| Dead Men Tell No Tales | E. W. Hornung |
Chapter II The Mysterious Cargo |
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Senhor Santos was all smiles and rings of pale-blue smoke. "You will be cut off, friend Cole," said he. "The fire is spreading." "Let it spread!" I cried, gazing my very soul into the young girl's eyes. "We have not finished our conversation. "We have!" said she, with sudden decision. "Go - go - for my sake - for your own sake - go at once!" She gave me her hand. I merely clasped it. And so I left her at the rail-ah, heaven! how often we had argued on that very spot! So I left her, with the greatest effort of all my life (but one); and yet in passing, full as my heart was of love and self, I could not but lay a hand on poor Ready's shoulders. "God bless you, old boy!" I said to him. He turned a white face that gave me half an instant's pause. "It's all over with me this time," he said. "But, I say, I was right about the cargo?" And I heard a chuckle as I reached the ladder; but Ready was no longer in my mind; even Eva was driven out of it, as I stood aghast on the top-most rung. |
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