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XII

           VanWykdetectedafaintsmileofassuranceflittingundertheheavymustache.

           LateronCaptainWhalleywouldnowandthenconsenttodine“atthehouse.”Hecouldevenbeinducedtodrinkaglassofwine.“Don’tthinkIamafraidofit,mygoodsir,”heexplained.“TherewasaverygoodreasonwhyIshouldgiveitup.”

           Onanotheroccasion,leaningbackatease,heremarked,“Youhavetreatedmemost—mosthumanely,mydearMr.VanWyk,fromtheveryfirst.”

           “You’lladmittherewassomemerit,”Mr.VanWykhintedslyly.“AnassociateofthatexcellentMassy....Well,well,mydearcaptain,Iwon’tsayawordagainsthim.”

           “Itwouldbenouseyoursayinganythingagainsthim,”CaptainWhalleyaffirmedalittlemoodily.“AsI’vetoldyoubefore,mylife—mywork,isnecessary,notformyselfalone.Ican’tchoose”...Hepaused,turnedtheglassbeforehimrightround....“Ihaveanonlychild—adaughter.”

           Theampledownwardsweepofhisarmoverthetableseemedtosuggestasmallgirlatavastdistance.“IhopetoseeheroncemorebeforeIdie.Meantimeit’senoughtoknowthatshehasmesoundandsolid,thankGod.Youcan’tunderstandhowonefeels.Boneofmybone,fleshofmyflesh;theveryimageofmypoorwife.Well,she...”

           Againhepaused,thenpronouncedstoicallythewords,“Shehasahardstruggle.”

           Andhisheadfellonhisbreast,hiseyebrowsremainedknitted,asbyaneffortofmeditation.Butgenerallyhismindseemedsteepedintheserenityofboundlesstrustinahigherpower.Mr

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