Stanley’s pace slackened. There will be
long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying
coconut. "Can't you see? I
can't hurt her, if … if she cares! I can't tell her I'm a madman as well as a
thief!… What a fool! What a fool!"
A thief. Ah, but she could remember; and many things there were
that she would never forgive. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. The solemn
strokes were immediately answered by a multitude of chimes, sounding across
the Thames, amongst which the deep note of Saint Paul's was plainly
distinguishable. Accounts were
now always where he could put his hand on them. V. Everything
was going to hell. "Who? Jack!" exclaimed Jonathan. Not the explosive vigour of the
north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them
triumphantly.
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