Does the lady want the dates of the separate
discoveries?"
"No, thank you; only these. I have written
them down. Beppo, take this paper to Signora
Bolla, please. Many thanks, Signor Rivarez. I
am sorry to have troubled you."
The Gadfly leaned back in his chair with a perplexed
frown. What did she want the dates for?
When they passed through Ecuador----
Gemma went home with the slip of paper in her
hand. April, 1838--and Arthur had died in May,
1833. Five years--
She began pacing up and down her room. She
had slept badly the last few nights, and there were
dark shadows under her eyes.
Five years;--and an "overluxurious home"--
and "someone he had trusted had deceived him"
--had deceived him--and he had found it out----
She stopped and put up both hands to her head.
Oh, this was utterly mad--it was not possible--it
was absurd----
And yet, how they had dragged that harbour!
Five years--and he was "not twenty-one"
when the Lascar---- Then he must have been
nineteen when he ran away from home.
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