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"A confounded convict," Fyne burst out.
With the sound of that word offending my ears I saw the girl extend her
arm, push the door open a little way and glide in. I saw plainly that
movement, the hand put out in advance with the gesture of a sleep-walker.
She had vanished, her black figure had melted in the darkness of the open
door. For some time Fyne said nothing; and I thought of the girl going
upstairs, appearing before the man. Were they looking at each other in
silence and feeling they were alone in the world as lovers should at the
moment of meeting? But that fine forgetfulness was surely impossible to
Anthony the seaman directly after the wrangling interview with Fyne the
emissary of an order of things which stops at the edge of the sea. How
much he was disturbed I couldn't tell because I did not know what that
impetuous lover had had to listen to.
"Going to take the old fellow to sea with them," I said. "Well I really
don't see what else they could have done with him. You told your brother-
in-law what you thought of it? I wonder how he took it.


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