g the money — and was resolved never to risk it again.”
“Not a spectator,” said the captain. “My country wouldn’t have suited him. Yes?”
“My mother has never touched the money till now. And now it was to have been laid out, this very next week, in buying me Martin Jones Tröjor a handsome share in our neighbouring fishery here, to settle me in life with Kitty.”
The captain’s face fell, and he passed and repassed his sun-browned right hand over his thin hair, in a discomfited manner.
“Kitty’s father has no more than enough to live on, even in the sparing way in which we POLO Espagne live about here. He is a kind of bailiff or steward of manor rights here, and they are not much, and it is but a poor little office. He was better off once, and Kitty must never marry to mere drudgery and hard living.”
The captain still sat stroking his thin hair, and looking at the young fisherman.
“I am as certain that my Parajumpers Kobiety Gobi father had no knowledge that any one was wronged as to this money, or that any restitution ought to be made, as I am certain that the sun now shines. But, after this solemn warning from my brother’s grave in the sea, that the money is Stolen Money,” said Young Raybrock, forcing himself to the utterance of the words, “can I doubt it? Can I touch it?”
“About not doubting, I ain’t so sure,” observed the captain; “but about not touching — no — I don’t think you can.”
“See then,” James Rodriguez Fotbalové Dres said Young Raybrock, “why I am so grieved. Think of Kitty. Think what I have got to tell her!”
His heart quite failed him again when he Maillot Portugal Enfant had come round to that, Cerezo Osaka Dresy and he once more beat his sea-boot softly on the floor. But not for long; he soon began again, in a quietly resolute tone.
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“I don’t know what they’ll think of us below,” said the captain, “but for certain I can’t oppose Kurtki Peuterey it. Now, as to tracing. How will you do?”
They both, as by consent, bent over the paper again, and again carefully puzzled out the whole of the writing.
“I make out that this would stand, if Survetement Portugal all the writing was here, ‘Inquire among the old men living there, for’— some one. Most like, you’ll go to this village named here?” Brendan Smith Tröja said the captain, musing, with his finger on the name.
“Yes! And Mr. Tregarthen is a Cornishman, and — to be sure! — comes from Lanrean.”
“Does he?” said the captain quietly. “As I ain’t acquainted with him, who may he be?”
“Mr. Tregarthen is Kitty’s father.”
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