for the term of his natural life-第86章
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Yet that common sense which so often misleads us； urged that it was quite natural Sarah should employ whaling vessels to increase her trade。 Granted that there was nothing wrong about her obtaining the business； there was nothing strange about her owning a couple of whaling vessels。 There were people in Sydney； of no better origin； who owned half…a…dozen。 〃Oh；〃 said he。 〃And when do you start？〃
〃I'm expecting to get the word every day；〃 returned Blunt； apparently relieved； 〃and I thought I'd just come and see you first； in case of anything falling in。〃 Frere played with a pen…knife on the table in silence for a while； allowing it to fall through his fingers with a series of sharp clicks； and then he said； 〃Where does she get the money from？〃
〃Blest if I know！〃 said Blunt； in unaffected simplicity。 〃That's beyond me。 She says she saved it。 But that's all my eye； you know。〃
〃You don't know anything about it； then？〃 cried Frere； suddenly fierce。
〃No； not I。〃
〃Because； if there's any game on； she'd better take care；〃 he cried； relapsing； in his excitement； into the convict vernacular。 〃She knows me。 Tell her that I've got my eyes on her。 Let her remember her bargain。 If she runs any rigs on me； let her take care。〃 In his suspicious wrath he so savagely and unwarily struck downwards with the open pen…knife that it shut upon his fingers； and cut him to the bone。
〃I'll tell her；〃 said Blunt； wiping his brow。 〃I'm sure she wouldn't go to sell you。 But I'll look in when I come back； sir。〃 When he got outside he drew a long breath。 〃By the Lord Harry； but it's a ticklish game to play；〃 he said to himself； with a lively recollection of the dreaded Frere's vehemence； 〃and there's only one woman in the world I'd be fool enough to play it for。〃
Maurice Frere； oppressed with suspicions； ordered his horse that afternoon； and rode down to see the cottage which the owner of 〃Purfoy Stores〃 had purchased。 He found it a low white building； situated four miles from the city； at the extreme end of a tongue of land which ran into the deep waters of the harbour。 A garden carefully cultivated； stood between the roadway and the house； and in this garden he saw a man digging。
〃Does Mrs。 Purfoy live here？〃 he asked； pushing open one of the iron gates。
The man replied in the affirmative； staring at the visitor with some suspicion。
〃Is she at home？〃
〃No。〃
〃You are sure？〃
〃If you don't believe me； ask at the house；〃 was the reply； given in the uncourteous tone of a free man。
Frere pushed his horse through the gate； and walked up the broad and well…kept carriage drive。 A man…servant in livery； answering his ring； told him that Mrs。 Purfoy had gone to town； and then shut the door in his face。 Frere； more astonished than ever at these outward and visible signs of independence； paused； indignant； feeling half inclined to enter despite opposition。 As he looked through the break of the trees； he saw the masts of a brig lying at anchor off the extremity of the point on which the house was built； and understood that the cottage commanded communication by water as well as by land。 Could there be a special motive in choosing such a situation； or was it mere chance？ He was uneasy； but strove to dismiss his alarm。
Sarah had kept faith with him so far。 She had entered upon a new and more reputable life； and why should he seek to imagine evil where perhaps no evil was？ Blunt was evidently honest。 Women like Sarah Purfoy often emerged into a condition of comparative riches and domestic virtue。 It was likely that； after all； some wealthy merchant was the real owner of the house and garden； pleasure yacht； and tallow warehouse； and that he had no cause for fear。
The experienced convict disciplinarian did not rate the ability of John Rex high enough。
From the instant the convict had heard his sentence of life banishment； he had determined upon escaping； and had brought all the powers of his acute and unscrupulous intellect to the consideration of the best method of achieving his purpose。 His first care was to procure money。 This he thought to do by writing to Blick； but when informed by Meekin of the fate of his letter； he adopted theto himless pleasant alternative of procuring it through Sarah Purfoy。
It was peculiar to the man's hard and ungrateful nature that； despite the attachment of the woman who had followed him to his place of durance； and had made it the object of her life to set him free； he had cherished for her no affection。 It was her beauty that had attracted him； when； as Mr。 Lionel Crofton； he swaggered in the night…society of London。 Her talents and her devotion were secondary considerationsuseful to him as attributes of a creature he owned； but not to be thought of when his fancy wearied of its choice。 During the twelve years which had passed since his rashness had delivered him into the hands of the law at the house of Green； the coiner； he had been oppressed with no regrets for her fate。 He had； indeed； seen and suffered so much that the old life had been put away from him。 When； on his return； he heard that Sarah Purfoy was still in Hobart Town； he was glad； for he knew that he had an ally who would do her utmost to help himshe had shown that on board the Malabar。 But he was also sorry； for he remembered that the price she would demand for her services was his affection； and that had cooled long ago。 However； he would make use of her。 There might be a way to discard her if she proved troublesome。
His pretended piety had accomplished the end he had assumed it for。 Despite Frere's exposure of his cryptograph； he had won the confidence of Meekin； and into that worthy creature's ear he poured a strange and sad story。 He was the son； he said； of a clergyman of the Church of England； whose real name； such was his reverence for the cloth； should never pass his lips。 He was transported for a forgery which he did not commit。 Sarah Purfoy was his wifehis erring； lost and yet loved wife。 She； an innocent and trusting girl； had determined strong in the remembrance of that promise she had made at the altar to follow her husband to his place of doom； and had hired herself as lady's…maid to Mrs。 Vickers。 Alas！ fever prostrated that husband on a bed of sickness； and Maurice Frere； the profligate and the villain； had taken advantage of the wife's unprotected state to ruin her！ Rex darkly hinted how the seducer made his power over the sick and helpless husband a weapon against the virtue of the wife and so terrified poor Meekin that； had it not 〃happened so long ago〃； he would have thought it necessary to look with some disfavour upon the boisterous son…in…law of Major Vickers。
〃I bear him no ill…will； sir；〃 said Rex。 〃I did at first。 There was a time when I could have killed him； but when I had him in my power； Ias you know forbore to strike。 No； sir； I could not commit murder！〃
〃Very proper；〃 says Meekin； 〃very proper indeed。〃 〃God will punish him in His own way； and His own time；〃 continued Rex。
〃My great sorrow is for the poor woman。 She is in Sydney； I have heard； living respectably； sir； and my heart bleeds for her。〃 Here Rex heaved a sigh that would have made his fortune on the boards。
〃My poor fellow；〃 said Meekin。 〃Do you know where she is？〃
〃I do； sir。〃
〃You might write to her。〃
John Rex appeared to hesitate； to struggle with himself； and finally to take a deep resolve。 〃No； Mr。 Meekin； I will not write。〃
〃Why not？〃
〃You know the orders； sirthe Commandant reads all the letters sent。 Could I write to my poor Sarah what other eyes were to read？〃 and he watched the parson slyly。
〃Nno； you could not；〃 said Meekin； at last。
〃It is true； sir；〃 said Rex； letting his head sink on his breast。 The next day； Meekin； blushing with the consciousness that what he was about to do was wrong； said to his penitent； 〃If you will promise to write nothing that the Commandant might not see； Rex； I will send your letter to your wife。〃
〃Heaven bless you； sir；〃。 said Rex； and took two days to compose an epistle which should tell Sarah Purfoy how to act。 The letter was a model of composition in one way。 It stated everything clearly and succinctly。 Not a detail
