The Yarn of Old Harbour TownRussell, William Clark
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The Yarn of Old Harbour Town
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 20th century; Historical fiction; Sea stories
Greyquill sidled rather than walked in and sat down on a chair removed
from the others, and observing enquiry strong in each face as those who
watched him would not condescend to enquire the purpose of his visit,
but waited to hear it, he said: "I was coming out of Lower Street this
afternoon, when I heard the bell-man recite the announcement that Miss
Lucy Acton had been missing from her home this morning since between
seven and eight o'clock, and a reward of fifty guineas is offered
to any one who shall proclaim her whereabouts, or who shall help to
restore her to her family."
"That is so," said Captain Acton, viewing him gravely.
"Have you news of her?" cried Miss Acton.
"I wish to state, sir," said Mr Greyquill, addressing Captain Acton,
"that if I should prove instrumental, not in the restoration of Miss
Lucy Acton to her home, but in your discovering where she is, and
how she got there, my candour will be due entirely to the very great
respect I entertain for the young lady who has always had a kindly word
for me, and whose character is an extremely lovable one, and to the
regret, I may say indignation, that one so young, beautiful and rich,
should fall into such unworthy hands."
He glanced at the Admiral, who returned the look with a compressed
brow, whilst with his right hand he seemed to be keeping time to an
inward and secret tune with the play of his fingers upon the knee where
the leg of his breeches fell into his stocking.
"Oh, pray continue, sir! Pray continue!" cried Miss Acton in a voice
that was almost husky with the hysteric quality of her emotions.
"In other words, sir," continued Mr Greyquill, still addressing Captain
Acton, "I beg to state that if I should be so fortunate as to help you
in your trouble I desire no money reward, nor should dream of taking
any."
Captain Acton merely bowed.
"I have not met with the usage," old Greyquill went on calmly, steadily
exasperating Miss Acton by a preface that was disgusting and needless
whilst she thirsted for the one essential fact, "that I certainly
think I deserve from either Admiral Sir William Lawrence, nor his son,
Mr Lawrence." He spoke with so complete a neglect of the Admiral's
presence that the old gentleman might have been out of the room. "They
have no claim upon my kindness."
"We shall be thankful to receive any news of Miss Lucy Acton," said
Captain Acton, with that collectedness of manner which implies the
glazing by a vigorous will of passions growing turbulent.
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