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They shook hands in silence, Esther looking at him with anxious surprise. He released her hand, but it did not occur to her to sit down, and they both continued standing on the hearth. She looked at him. His handsome body, slowly broadening, was nearly full grown. His face, because of its full, clear, big, inscrutable eyes, had an expression which was almost babyish. She could not have guessed the depths it veiled. His cheeks were pink, his hands not large, but sinewy and strong. Her pale, uncertain, lymphatic body extracted a form of dynamic energy from him even at this range. Esther felt vexed with herself that her heart was suddenly beating with unusual quickness, and that her last resolution not to trouble herself about what Felix thought, had transformed itself with magic swiftness into mortification that he evidently avoided coming to the house when she was there, though he used to come on the slightest occasion. He knew that she was always at home until the afternoon on market days; that was the reason why he would not call for her father. Of course, it was because he attributed such littleness to her that he supposed she would retain nothing else than a feeling of offence towards him for what he had said to her. Such distrust of any good in others, such arrogance of immeasurable superiority, was extremely ungenerous. But presently she said — "Ay, but that lucky minute, father? I question much if Catharine ever has such a moment to glance on earth and its inhabitants as might lead her to listen to a coarse ignorant borrel man like me. I cannot tell how it is, father; elsewhere I can hold up my head like another man, but with your saintly daughter I lose heart and courage, and I cannot help thinking that it would be well nigh robbing a holy shrine if I could succeed in surprising her affections. Her thoughts are too much fitted for Heaven to be wasted on such a one as I am." 'Then, doubtless, you could have been more polite to me, Mr Holt,' said Esther, rising and placing herself at her worktable. 'You seem to prefer what is unusual and ugly.' 'There is no hypocrisy in that, Lady Lufton.' She led the way to the door — a creature to be pitied, if ever there was a pitiable creature yet: a woman whose whole nature was maternal, who was nothing if not a mother; and who had lived through sixteen years of barren life, in the hopeless anticipation of recovering her lost child! Amelius said no more. If he had felt the smallest suspicion that the disclosure volunteered by Mrs. Farnaby, at their first interview, had been overheard by the unknown person who had opened the swinging window in the kitchen, he might have recalled Phoebe's vindictive language at his lodgings, and the doubts suggested to him by his discovery of the vagabond waiting for her in the street. As it was, he was simply puzzled. The one plain conclusion to his mind was, unhappily, the natural conclusion after what he had heard — that Mrs. Farnaby had no sort of interest in the discovery of Simple Sally, and that he need trouble himself with no further anxiety in that matter. Strange as Mrs. Farnaby's mysterious revelation seemed, her correspondent's knowledge of the fault in the foot was circumstance in his favour, beyond dispute. Amelius still wondered inwardly how it was that the woman who had taken charge of the child had failed to discover what appeared to be known to another person. If he had been aware that Mrs. Sowler's occupation at the time was the occupation of a "baby-farmer," and that she had many other deserted children pining under her charge, he might have easily understood that she was the last person in the world to trouble herself with a minute examination of any one of the unfortunate little creatures abandoned to her drunken and merciless neglect. Jervy had satisfied himself, before he trusted her with his instructions, that she knew no more than the veriest stranger of any peculiarity in one or the other of the child's feet. She turned away from the fire wondering at herself. "What baseness is there in me that fears death? What have I got to live for now?" The open letter on the table caught her eye. "This will do it!" she said — and snatched it up, and read it at last. And here we must acquaint our reader that, though the private interchange of looks betwixt Catharine Glover and the young mountaineer indicated some interest on the part of the former in the conduct of the latter, it would have puzzled the strictest observer to discover whether that feeling exceeded in degree what might have been felt by a young person towards a friend and inmate of the same age, with whom she had lived on habits of intimacy. Cowperwood was thinking how easy it would be to combine this line with his dreamed-of Seventeenth and Nineteenth Street line, and after a time and with this in view he added: Mrs. Hilary nodded. She was looking very fresh in a sprigged dress. "Especially the latitude, " said the astronomer, whose eclipse was never out of his thoughts; "and I expect your brave companions are as eager as yourself. Double pay beyond the seventieth parallel!" "You are skilful in such service, good Henry Gow," said the maiden, smiling, but at the same time drawing farther from her lover. "Never mind," he replied; "it can't be helped now. Where is my strong, determined Aileen? I thought you were going to be so brave? Aren't you going to be? I need to have you that way now." "Have with you in half an hour," said Oliver, "and see who will quaff the largest flagon, or sing the loudest glee. Nay, I will be merry in what remains of Fastern's Even, should Lent find me with my mouth closed for ever." 'What else do you know about Bycliffe? ' "Money!" 'What a hang-dog countenance he has, ' said that lady. "Captain Craventy?" Where birds with chiming streamlets vie Not finding him at his office, he drove direct to his house. Here he was not surprised to meet Stener just coming out, looking very pale and distraught. At the sight of Cowperwood he actually blanched. "Eighteen dollars," suggested a trader standing near the door, more to start the bidding than anything else. Frank paused. "And any water?" The old man was flustered, enraged, disappointed. He opened the small office door which led into the adjoining room, and called, "Owen!" The fatal moment was approaching. Diurnal or nocturnal observations gave the exact position of the island, and consequently of the ice-field. On the 30th of April, both were together drifting across Kotzebue Sound, a large triangular gulf running some distance inland on the American coast, and bounded on the south by Cape Prince of Wales, which might, perhaps, arrest the course of the island if it should deviate in the very least from the middle of the narrow pass. "Why?" One day the sportsmen returned to Fort Hope, bringing with them an unpleasant-looking animal, which neither Mrs Paulina Barnett nor the astronomer, Thomas Black, had ever before seen. It was a carnivorous creature of the plantigrada family, and greatly resembled the American glutton, being strongly built, with short legs, and, like all animals of the feline tribe, a very supple back; its eyes were small and horny, and it was armed with curved claws and formidable jaws. I man? uvred round those soldiers. They were cavalry in a very slovenly uniform, dark-blue blouse, and light-blue trousers unstrapped, cut spoon-shape over the boot; cartridge belt, revolver, peaked cap, and worsted gloves — black buttons! By the mercy of Allah I opened conversation with a spectacled Scot. He had served the Queen in the Marines and a Line regiment, and the 'go-fever' being in his bones, had drifted to America, there to serve Uncle Sam. We sat on the edge of an extinct little pool, that under happier circumstances would have grown into a geyser,. and began to discuss things generally. To us appeared yet another soldier. No need to ask his nationality or to be told that the troop called him 'The Henglishman.' A Cockney was he, who had seen something of warfare in Egypt, and had taken his discharge from a Fusilier regiment not unknown to you. Before beginning to work Hobson called the head carpenter to him, and asked if he thought the house could bear the weight of the avalanche. Indeed the day after his incarceration she drove out and looked at the grim, gray walls of the penitentiary. Knowing nothing absolutely of the vast and complicated processes of law and penal servitude, it seemed especially terrible to her. What might not they be doing to her Frank? Was he suffering much? Was he thinking of her as she was of him? Oh, the pity of it all! The pity! The pity of herself — her great love for him! She drove home, determined to see him; but as he had originally told her that visiting days were only once in three months, and that he would have to write her when the next one was, or when she could come, or when he could see her on the outside, she scarcely knew what to do. Secrecy was the thing. "Oh, don't be too hard on her," coaxed Cowperwood diplomatically. He already liked Aileen very much. "She plays very well, and she has a good voice." "Shake hands on that saving grace." "Well, I'm not sure that I've been able to do anything for you. I'm afraid not," Butler said, cautiously. "It' s a hard job you set me. Mollenhauer seems to think that he'll support the market, on his own account. I think he will. Simpson has interests which he has to protect. I'm going to buy for myself, of course." I said, 'O Soul, make merry and carouse, "Are any of the women friendless creatures, who came to you from England? " "More so. Con, you ought to grow pestifera — no, that's not the name — that hairy anemone thing." For otherwise it is manifest that we shall have to pay for each step of moral and intellectual progress with a fresh start, with a conflict between the new organization and the old from which it sprang, a perpetually-recurring parricide. There will be a series of religious institutions in developing order, each containing the remnant too dull or too hypocritical to secede at the time of stress that began the new body. Something of the sort has indeed happened to both the Catholic and the English Protestant churches. We have the intellectual and moral guidance of the people falling more and more into the hands of an informal Church of morally impassioned leaders, writers, speakers, and the like, while the beautiful cathedrals in which their predecessors sheltered fall more and more into the hands of an uninspiring, retrogressive but conforming clergy. "The Cowperwoods! The Cowperwoods! I'll not have any talk about the Cowperwoods. I'm not takin' my rules from the Cowperwoods. Suppose they have a fine house, what of it? My house is my house. I want to live here. I've lived here too long to be pickin' up and movin' away. If you don't like it you know what else you can do. Move if you want to. I'll not move." "If you have no other evidence of your innocence, Sir John Ramorny," said the King, "we may not, in respect to your followers, refuse to the injured widow and orphans, the complainers, the grant of a proof by ordeal of bier right, unless any of them should prefer that of combat. For yourself, you are, by the Prince's evidence, freed from the attaint." Jaspar Hobson could not refrain from remarking on this peculiarity to Mrs Barnett, who replied somewhat hastily that she supposed that there were-in spite of all that had been said to the contrary-no tides in the Arctic Ocean.
船上，孔正辉看着老雷子手里拿的"砖头"，大脑是有些发懵的，因为这个突发状况，是完全不在计划里的。
余明远团队这次在海上动手，其用意是非常简单的，那就是劫货烧船。你封港不让我做买卖，那咱大家谁都别好。我找人在海上把你的货点了， 闹出大动静，也让你们蒙受巨额损失，并且在官方上线。
不过众人万万没想到，这艘渔船里不光有常规走私货物，而且还有大量"金砖"，也就是纯度很高的毒榀。
船舱内，苏天北率先反应过来，催促着说道："玛德，这码帮还真是什么生意都做啊？不管了，把甲板上的金砖运下来，一块烧了。"
苏天御呆愣着，没有回话。
"你在想啥？"苏天北拉了一下六子，皱眉喝问道："我跟你说话呢！"
苏天御回过神来，猛然看向老雷子问道："有多少金砖，超过五十公斤了吗？"
"五十公斤？"老雷子撇嘴回道："外面有将近二十个个箱子，一个至少百十来斤，我看这得七八百斤了！"
"这么多？！"苏天御懵逼。
"是的，不少，这些货的进货价就得六七百个。"老雷子似乎很懂行地回道。
"你问这些干啥？"苏天北不解。
"先别动。"苏天御的反应非常快，他摆手冲着老雷子吩咐道："把外面甲板上的人弄进来，绑好，锁在舱室里，包括驾驶室的人。"
"好。"老雷子虽然没见过苏天御长啥样，但后者胳膊上系着红布，是这次事儿的领头人，所以他听完吩咐，立马就带着手下的兄弟开干。
"你要干什么？"孔正辉冲着苏天御问。
"机会比想象得好，咱得抓住了。"苏天御匆忙回了一句后，立即迈步走到船舱楼梯附近，用一部崭新的电话，联系上了余明远。
数秒后，电话接通，余明远问："回来了？"
"船上不光有常规货，还有价值六七百万的金砖。"苏天御低声说道。
余明远怔住。
"这事可以追注。"苏天御继续说道："咱不烧船了，我把货推到滩头，你联系外部关系，争取货落地就让它炸开。"
余明远秒懂苏天御的意思，但却皱眉回道："是不是有点匆忙？"
"这事的关键在于后续影响，我们只要能把货推到滩头就可以。"苏天御低头扫了一眼手表："我马上再联系一下官方关系，看他们能不能帮忙 。"
余明远闻声陷入沉思。
"不要考虑什么台阶，什么回旋余地了，你不搞疼他，搞怕他，他们肯定不会先跟你服软的。"苏天御显然知道余明远在担心什么，所以果断补 充道："追注就要追狠的，抱着压爆他的想法。"
余明远斟酌半晌："你做吧，注意安全！"
二人商量完毕，苏天御挂断手机，伸手冲着苏天北说道："你电话用了吗？"
"没有。"苏天北摇头。
"来，给我。"
苏天北也没问他要干什么，只立即把电话掏出来，递给了对方。
……
闸南区，某公寓卧室内，催眠的檀香弥漫，床头柜上摆放着一本中年人养生书籍，以及一杯泡着枸杞和决明子的茶水。
"滴玲玲！"
一阵急促的电话铃声响起，躺在床上睡觉的中年男人几乎秒醒。他缓缓起身，拿起了电话，扫了一眼来电显示，见到是一个区外的号码。
中年男人眯着眼睛起身，迈步走出了卧室，站在门口接听了电话："喂，你好！"
"王叔，我是六子。"苏天御的声音响起。
王道林明显愣了一下："这么晚了打电话，有什么事儿？"
"码帮在海上有一批价值六七百万的金砖，目前正准备登岸，你有兴趣接吗？"苏天御直言问道。
王道林听到这话，瞬间精神了几分："金砖？！我怎么没听懂你的意思呢？"
"意思就是，你能接，我就给你甩过去。"苏天御回。
"你能控制？"王道林问。
"能控制，可在天鸿港附近登岸。"
"我接了有啥好处啊？六七百万的货，我特么要得罪多少人啊？"王道林瞬间核算了一下利弊，顿时撇嘴回道："没啥意思，我不接。"
苏天御闻声立即补道："货上岸，肯定炸了。你要接，码帮的人会求你，我们也得求你……你懂我意思吗？王叔！"
王道林再次怔了一下："船上有血吗？"
"没有，人在舱里，不需要管，货在面上。"苏天御回。
王道林挠了挠脑袋："他妈的，你怎么总搞突然袭击！"
"我觉得是好事啊，事犯在你手里，你正常接，它能得罪谁啊？"苏天御补充道。
"我接个屁！沿海线都归海关和海警，我有啥理由接？"王道林斟酌半晌："不过……。"
"不过啥？"
"你离龙江进海口有多远？"王道林问。
"很近，拐个弯就能进去。"
"船进入海口，过了东龙桥，这事能接。我得给闸南区警司的朋友打招呼。"王道林回。
苏天御斟酌半晌，扭头看了一眼海面上的情况："海警已经过来了。"
"不进东龙桥，这事没多大意思。"王道林语气坚定地回道。
苏天御斟酌半晌："好，不管用啥办法，我给船推进去！"
"事先说好，我接了，不代表我肯定帮你老板，一切看事情发展。"王道林非常明确且睿智地回道。
"OK！"
"就这样！"
说完，二人结束了通话。
苏天御扭头看着苏天北说道："二哥，你带老雷子先走，我进龙江入海口。"
苏天北一听这话当场疯掉："你脑子进水了？！海警说话就到，你进去了，怎么出来？"
"公司命门都被摁住了，这次必须搏一把。"苏天御趴在二哥耳边低声说道："你这样，你们出去之后，你安排人在……。"< /P>
……
王道林返回卧室，坐在床上就穿起了衣服。
"好哥哥，你要干嘛去啊？"旁边的姑娘也醒了，风情万种地问了一句。
"办点事儿。"王道林穿好衣物，撇嘴骂道："妈的，老子堂堂警署司级干部，这特么天天啥也不干，就给苏家跑腿了！哎，但……但你偏偏还 拒绝不了，你说怪不怪？！"
海面上，唐柏青拿着对讲机吼道："岸边船艇出闸了吗？让他们劫过去，快！"
