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"
Esteem
!
"
"
And
I
may
add
something
more
,
"
Mr.
Van
Wyk
,
very
steady-eyed
,
pronounced
slowly
.
"
Hold
!
Enough
!
"
Captain
Whalley
did
not
change
his
attitude
or
raise
his
voice
.
"
Say
no
more
!
I
can
make
you
no
return
.
I
am
too
poor
even
for
that
now
.
Your
esteem
is
worth
having
.
You
are
not
a
man
that
would
stoop
to
deceive
the
poorest
sort
of
devil
on
earth
,
or
make
a
ship
unseaworthy
every
time
he
takes
her
to
sea
.
"
Mr.
Van
Wyk
,
leaning
forward
,
his
face
gone
pink
all
over
,
with
the
starched
table-napkin
over
his
knees
,
was
inclined
to
mistrust
his
senses
,
his
power
of
comprehension
,
the
sanity
of
his
guest
.
"
Where
?
Why
?
In
the
name
of
God
!
--
what
's
this
?
What
ship
?
I
do
n't
understand
who
...
"
"
Then
,
in
the
name
of
God
,
it
is
I
!
A
ship
's
unseaworthy
when
her
captain
ca
n't
see
.
I
am
going
blind
.
"
Mr.
Van
Wyk
made
a
slight
movement
,
and
sat
very
still
afterwards
for
a
few
seconds
;
then
,
with
the
thought
of
Sterne
's
"
The
game
's
up
,
"
he
ducked
under
the
table
to
pick
up
the
napkin
which
had
slipped
off
his
knees
.
This
was
the
game
that
was
up
.
And
at
the
same
time
the
muffled
voice
of
Captain
Whalley
passed
over
him
--
"
I
've
deceived
them
all
.
Nobody
knows
.
"
He
emerged
flushed
to
the
eyes
.
Captain
Whalley
,
motionless
under
the
full
blaze
of
the
lamp
,
shaded
his
face
with
his
hand
.
"
And
you
had
that
courage
?
"
