His
limbs trembled; it was only by an effort that he kept his teeth clenched
to prevent them from chattering.
"And," said Jem Agar, "if I find that any harm has been done--if any one
has suffered for this, I will give you the soundest thrashing you have
ever had in your life."
Both his hearers knew now who Dora Glynde was, what she was to him. He
neither added to their knowledge nor sought to mislead. He was not, as we
have said, _de ceux qui s'expliquent_.
"Come," he added, and turning he led the way across the Hoe.
Seymour Michael followed quietly. He was cowed by the inward fear which
would not be allayed, and the judicial calmness of these two men
paralysed him. Once, in the train, he began explaining matters over
again.
"We will hear all that at Stagholme," said Jem sternly, and Mark Ruthine
merely looked at him over the top of a newspaper which he was not
reading.
CHAPTER XXVII
AT BAY
To thine own self be true;
And it must follow as the night the day
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
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