I do not pretend that I argued thus deliberately in my heated and excited brain. I merely hold that all these small reasons and motives 佛山桑拿按摩全套 were there, fused and exaggerated by the liquor which was there as well. Nor can I say positively that Rattray put no leading questions; only that I remember none which had that sound; and that, once started, I am afraid I needed only too little encouragement to run on and on.
Well, I was set going before we got up from the table. I continued in an armchair that my host dragged from a little book-lined room adjoining the hall. I finished on my legs, my back to the fire, my hands beating wildly together. I had told my dear Rattray of my own accord more than living man had extracted from me yet. He interrupted me very little; never once until I came to the murderous attack by Santos on the drunken steward.
“The brute!” cried Rattray. “The cowardly, cruel, foreign devil! And you never let out one word of that!”
“What was 佛山桑拿交流群 the good?” said I. “They are all gone now—all gone to their account. Every man of us was a brute at the last. There was nothing to be gained by telling the public that.”
He let me go on until I came to another point which I had hitherto kept to myself: the condition of the dead mate’s fingers: the cries that the sight of them had recalled.
“That Portuguese villain again!” cried my companion, fairly leaping from the chair which I had left and he had taken. “It was the work of the same cane that killed the steward. Don’t tell me an Englishman would have done it; and yet you said nothing about that either!”
It was my first glimpse of this side of my young host’s character. Nor did I admire him the less, in his spirited indignation, because much of this was clearly against myself. His eyes flashed. His face was white. I suddenly found myself the cooler man of the two.
“My dear fellow, do consider!” said I. “What possible end could have been served by my stating what I couldn’t prove against a man who could never be brought to book in this world? Santos was punished as he deserved; his punishment was death, and there’s an end on’t.”
“You might be right,” said Rattray, “but it makes my blood boil to hear such a story. Forgive me if I have spoken strongly;” and he paced his hall for a little in an agitation which made me like him better and better. “The cold-blooded villain!” he kept muttering; “the infernal, foreign, blood-thirsty rascal! Perhaps you were right; it couldn’t have done any good, I know; but—I only wish he’d lived for us to hang him, Cole! Why, a beast like that is capable of anything: I wonder if you’ve told me the worst even now?” And he stood before me, with candid suspicion in his fine, frank eyes.
“What makes you say that?” said I, rather nettled.
“I shan’t tell you if it’s going to rile you, old fellow,” was his reply. And with it reappeared the charming 佛山桑拿按摩视频 youth whom I found it impossible to resist. “Heaven knows you have had enough to worry you!” he added, in his kindly, sympathetic voice.
“So much,” said I, “that you cannot add to it, my dear Rattray. Now, then! Why do you think there was something worse?”
“You hinted as much in town: rightly or wrongly I gathered there was something you would never speak about to living man.”
I turned from him with a groan.
“Ah! but that had nothing to do with Santos.”
“Are you sure?” he cried.
“No,” I murmured; “it had something to do with him, in a sense; but don’t ask me any more.” And I leaned my forehead on the high oak mantel-piece, and groaned again.
His hand was upon my shoulder.
“Do tell me,” he urged. I was silent. He pressed me further. In my fancy, both hand and voice shook with his sympathy.
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“I loved her. That was all.”
His hand dropped from my shoulder. I remained standing, stooping, thinking only of her whom I had lost for ever. The silence was intense. I could hear the wind sighing in the oaks without, the logs burning softly away at my feet And so we stood until the voice of Rattray recalled me from the deck of the Lady Jermyn and my lost love’s side.
“So that was all!”
I turned and met a face I could not read.
“Was it not enough?” cried I. “What more would you have?”
“I expected some more-foul play!”
“Ah!” I exclaimed bitterly. “So that was all that interested you! No, there was no more foul play that I know of; and if there was, I don’t care. Nothing matters to me but one thing. Now that you know what that is, I hope you’re satisfied.”
It was no way to speak 佛山桑拿按摩论坛07 to one’s host. Yet I felt that he had pressed me unduly. I hated myself for my final confidence, and his want of sympathy made me hate him too. In my weakness, however, I was the natural prey of violent extremes. His hand flew out to me. He was about to speak. A moment more and I had doubtless forgiven him. But another sound came instead and made the pair of us start and stare. It was the soft shutting of some upstairs door.
“I thought we had the house to ourselves?” cried I, my miserable nerves on edge in an instant.
“So did I,” he answered, very pale. “My servants must have come back. By the Lord Harry, they shall hear of this!”
He sprang to a door, I heard his feet clattering up some stone stairs, and in a trice he was running along the gallery overhead; in another I heard him railing behind some upper door that he had 南海桑拿按摩论坛 flung open and banged behind him; then his voice dropped, and finally died away. I was left some minutes in the oppressively silent hall, shaken, startled, ashamed of my
garrulity, aching to get away. When he returned it was by another of the many closed doors, and he found me awaiting him, hat in hand. He was wearing his happiest look until he saw my hat.
“Not going?” he cried. “My dear Cole, I can’t apologize sufficiently for my abrupt desertion of you, much less for the cause. It was my man, just come in from the show, and gone up the back way. I accused him of listening to our conversation. Of course he denies it; but it really doesn’t matter, as I’m sorry to say he’s much too ‘fresh’ (as they call it down here) to remember anything to-morrow morning. I let him have it, I can tell you. Varlet! Caitiff! But if you bolt 佛山桑拿按摩会所 off on the head of it, I shall go back and sack him into the bargain!”
I assured him I had my own reasons for wishing to retire early. He could have no conception of my weakness, my low and nervous condition of body
and mind; much as I had enjoyed myself, he must really let me go. Another glass of wine, then? Just one more? No, I had drunk too much already. I was in no state to stand it. And I held out my hand with decision.
Instead of taking it he looked at me very hard.
“The place doesn’t suit you,” said he. “I see it doesn’t, and I’m devilish sorry! Take my advice and try something milder; now do, to-morrow; for I should never forgive myself if it made you worse instead of better; and the air is too strong for lots of people.”
I was neither too ill nor too vexed to laugh outright in his face.
“It’s not the air,” 佛山桑拿论坛网 said I; “it’s that splendid old Madeira of yours, that was too strong for me, if you like! No, no, Rattray, you don’t get rid of me so cheaply-much as you seem to want to!”
“I was only thinking of you,” he rejoined, with a touch of pique that convinced me of his sincerity. “Of course I want you to stop, though I shan’t be here many days; but I feel responsible for you, Cole, and that’s the fact. Think you can find your way?” he continued, accompanying me to the gate, a postern in the high garden wall. “Hadn’t you better have a lantern?”
No; it was unnecessary. I could see splendidly, had the bump of locality and as many more lies as would come to my tongue. I was indeed burning to be gone.