Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 32: what you’re looking at

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26 Robert Hawkslev. ° ¢ The man started. .c¢ vas a young man, some five-and: © twenty, perhaps, very tall, very fair, very good-looking. 7 More than good-looking, with brilliant blue eyes, sapphire 7% ey blue to thei very Gepius; tuxuriant chestnut beard, and hair, 7 | and a fair English skin, tanned golden brown. } all Amoug all his tellow-pussengers across, the only one 1a er whom Lord Montalien had deigned to take the slightest im- 7 terest was this young man. a dt This young man, who wore a rough, shabby coat, a felt ~ ol hat, end who was too poor to travel in the first eabin. - His name on the passenger list was Robert Hawksley; he ~ on wis a returned Englishman, who had spent the last two ~ years in roughing it in the Western States; and who, judg- ing by appearances, had not made his fortune. Since he °™ ‘had came on board at New York, an intense, a sickening @ . longing ta reach England possessed him, He seemed unabie | pty either to eit or sleep. At night, when the midnight stars 4 shone over the purple sea, he paced the deck, hour after hour, 9 Y* ever gazing toward where England lay, with a burning hun- ¥ 1] ecr of impatience in his eyes. He was a self-contained man, 4.) who said little to those about him, and this very reticence 2 and quietude first drew the nobleman toward him. He sought ™ !©¥ to make no acquaintances—he was modest and unassuming —@ to an unusual degree, and Lord Montalien, who kept sundry | cha very wealthy fellow-passengers at a safe distance, and who | | knew every sailor on board by name, was on the most friendly 4 blu footing with Robert Hawksley. If he had sought to force @ , ‘ his confidence or compantonship upon him, his lordship 4 ‘ would have sent him to coventry in three minutes. but he @ ma uever did. He talked to my lord, when my lord desirec it. @ An ia and-if he were passed by unnoticed, ke did net seem to care % the one whit. He was so thoroughly independent, and manly, | | and simple, that his grave dignity always commanded re- @ gh spect. ¥ wo “Well, Mr. Hawksley,” cic lordship said, “we are almost 4 we there at last.” 4 “At lact!” The young man drew a long oreath, a long, ©& it eager sigh. : | “You say that as though. we had been a month vut. and | on yet we have had a remarkably speedy passage. You are very 9% fa anxious to arrive ?” “2 ea “Very anxious; the passage has been intolerably slow to he me, and yet—and yet-~perhaps, | had much better ao: have “That depends. You nave numbers ot friends, ac dou, rs ( whe will rejoice to greet ov after two year@ absence” = ' comicbooks.com