She 'll pot him yet; you see if
she does n't!"
"She is running away from you, dangerous man!" said Bernard.
"Do you mean on account of Miss Evers? Well, I admire Miss Evers--I
don't mind admitting that; but I ain't dangerous," said Captain
Lovelock, with a lustreless eye. "How can a fellow be dangerous when he
has n't ten shillings in his pocket? Desperation, do you call it? But
Miss Evers has n't money, so far as I have heard. I don't ask you,"
Lovelock continued--"I don't care a damn whether she has or not. She 's
a devilish charming girl, and I don't mind telling you I 'm hit. I stand
no chance--I know I stand no chance. Mrs. Vivian 's down on me, and, by
Jove, Mrs. Vivian 's right. I 'm not the husband to pick out for a young
woman of expensive habits and no expectations. Gordon Wright's the sort
of young man that 's wanted, and, hang me, if Mrs. Vivian did n't want
him so much for her own daughter, I believe she 'd try and bag him for
the little one. Gad, I believe that to keep me off she would like to
cut him in two and give half to each of them! I 'm afraid of that little
woman. She has got a little voice like a screw-driver. But for all that,
if I could get away from this cursed place, I would keep the girl in
sight--hang me if I would n't! I 'd cut the races--dash me if I would
n't! But I 'm in pawn, if you know what that means.
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