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But
he
could
not
help
his
stinging
incisiveness
,
and
though
moderating
it
by
an
almost
affectionate
smile
,
he
added
--
"
And
by
then
you
will
probably
consent
to
die
from
sheer
disgust
.
"
Captain
Whalley
,
smiling
too
,
shook
his
head
.
"
God
forbid
!
"
He
thought
that
perhaps
on
the
whole
he
deserved
something
better
than
to
die
in
such
sentiments
.
The
time
of
course
would
have
to
come
,
and
he
trusted
to
his
Maker
to
provide
a
manner
of
going
out
of
which
he
need
not
be
ashamed
.
For
the
rest
he
hoped
he
would
live
to
a
hundred
if
need
be
:
other
men
had
been
known
;
it
would
be
no
miracle
.
He
expected
no
miracles
.
The
pronounced
,
argumentative
tone
caused
Mr.
Van
Wyk
to
raise
his
head
and
look
at
him
steadily
.
Captain
Whalley
was
gazing
fixedly
with
a
rapt
expression
,
as
though
he
had
seen
his
Creator
's
favorable
decree
written
in
mysterious
characters
on
the
wall
.
He
kept
perfectly
motionless
for
a
few
seconds
,
then
got
his
vast
bulk
on
to
his
feet
so
impetuously
that
Mr.
Van
Wyk
was
startled
.
He
struck
first
a
heavy
blow
on
his
inflated
chest
:
and
,
throwing
out
horizontally
a
big
arm
that
remained
steady
,
extended
in
the
air
like
the
limb
of
a
tree
on
a
windless
day
--
"
Not
a
pain
or
an
ache
there
.
Can
you
see
this
shake
in
the
least
?
"
His
voice
was
low
,
in
an
awing
,
confident
contrast
with
the
headlong
emphasis
of
his
movements
.
He
sat
down
abruptly
.
"
This
is
n't
to
boast
of
it
,
you
know
.
I
am
nothing
,
"
he
said
in
his
effortless
strong
voice
,
that
seemed
to
come
out
as
naturally
as
a
river
flows
.
He
picked
up
the
stump
of
the
cigar
he
had
laid
aside
,
and
added
peacefully
,
with
a
slight
nod
,
"
As
it
happens
,
my
life
is
necessary
;
it
is
n't
my
own
,
it
is
n't
--
God
knows
.
"
