"
"And get lectured for my intemperate zeal. Well, Miss Madison, I
cannot make a very pleasing spectacle with blackamoor legs, and
it's time I put my superfluous energy to some use. Suppose you get
in your boat, and I'll try to push it off"
She complied with a troubled look in her face. He pushed till the
veins knotted on his forehead. At this she sprang out, exclaiming,
"You'll burst a blood-vessel."
"That's only a phase of a ruptured heart, and you are used to such
phenomena."
"It's too bad for you to talk in that way," she cried.
"It certainly is. I will now attend strictly to business."
"I don't see what you can do."
"Carry you out to my boat--that is all I can do."
"Oh, Mr. Scofield!"
"Can you suggest anything else?"
She looked dubiously at the intervening black mud, and was silent.
"I could go up to the hotel and bring Mr. Merriweather and Mr.
Hackley."
She turned away to hide her tears.
"Or I could go after a brawny boatman; but delay is serious, for
the tide is running out fast and the stretch of mud growing wider.
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