The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 3)
Yates, Edmund
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"Yes," said Tom Durham, with a yawn. "Well, that will come all right,
as I told you; only don't you worry him about it, but leave it alone,
and let it come right in its own way. Now look here, Ally. You had
better go back to London by the 11.15 train, so that we have only half
an hour more together."
"But you know, Tom, John told me I might wait and see the Massilia
start. Indeed, he particularly wished me to do so."
"My dear child, the Massilia does not sail until half-past two; and if
you waited to see me fairly off, you would not have time to get over
to the railway to catch the three o'clock train. Even if you did, you
would not get to town until nearly six, and you would have a long
dreary drive in the dark to Hendon. Now, if you go by the quarter-past
eleven train, I shall see you off, and shall then be able to come back
to Radley's, and write a few letters of importance before I go on
board."
"Very well, Tom," said Alice; "perhaps it will be better; only,
John--"
"Never mind John on this occasion, Ally; he did not know at what time
the Massilia sailed. Now, Ally, let us take one final turn, and finish
our chat. I am not going to be sentimental--it is not in my line--but
I think I like you better than anybody else in the world, though I did
not take to you much at first. When I came back from sea, a boy of
fifteen, and went home and found my father had married again, I was
savage; and when he showed me a little baby lying in the cradle, and
told me it was my half-sister, I hated you. But you were a sweet
little child, and fended off many a rough word, and many a blow for
the matter of that, which the governor would have liked to have given
me, and I took to you; and when you grew up, you did me a good turn
now and then, and of course it is owing to you, one way or the other,
that I have got John Claxton's two thousand pounds in my pocket at
this moment. So I love you, and I leave you with regret, and I say
this to you at parting. Take this envelope, and lock it away somewhere
where it will be safe, and where you can lay your hand upon it at any
moment. It contains the address of an old pal of mine--a friend I
mean--one of the right sort, a staunch, tried, true, honest, upright
fellow. Hardworking and persevering too; such a kind of man, that you
may be astonished at his ever having been intimate with me. But he
was, and is, and I know that I may reckon upon him to the utmost. If
ever you come to grief, if ever you are in trouble, no matter of what
kind, go to the address which you will find there, and seek him out,
and tell him all about it; I will warrant he will see you through it."
"Thank you, dear Tom; it is very kind and thoughtful of you to say
this, but you know I have John and--"
"Yes, of course, you have John now; but there may be a time
when--however, that is neither here nor there. There is the envelope,
take it, and don't forget what I say. Now come round to the hotel and
pack your bag; it is time for you to start."
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