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Quiller-Couch, Arthur Thomas, Sir, 1863-1944

"Poison Island"

"
They voted the Doctor's advice to be good, and, having finished their
coffee, wandered out into the fresh air. Plinny took my arm, and,
leading me to the verandah, found me a comfortable seat, where I
could recline and compose myself, for I was trembling yet.
"They have stacked the treasure there beyond the last window," Plinny
informed me, nodding towards the end of the verandah, where Captain
Branscome, Mr. Rogers, and Mr. Goodfellow were already gathered and
busy in conversation. "In bulk it is less than we expected, but in
value (the Doctor says) it goes beyond everything. Three
hundredweight, they say, and in pure gems! He is to choose his
share, by-and-by; and then we have to contrive how to take it down to
the ship."
"Miss Plinlimmon," said the Captain, coming towards us, "you promised
me a word yesterday. I should wish to claim it now--that is, if
Harry can spare you."
I observed that his voice shook a little, but this I set down to
excitement.
"Did I? Yes, I remember."
Miss Plinlimmon's voice, too, was tremulous. She hesitated, and her
eyes in the dim light seemed to seek mine.
I assured her that I was recovering fast, here in the fresh air, and
that it would be a kindness, indeed, to leave me alone.


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