"Indeed, I am not sure that I care to
listen to you any further."
"But you must, you shall," came the fierce outburst. "Do you think I am
lowering myself in your eyes without cause? I have told you the plain
truth, careless of the worst interpretation you may choose to place on
my motives. Now, in return, I want you to make these things known to
Mr. Fenshawe. He will be even more disgusted with Baron von Kerber and
my wretched self than he is at present, if that be possible. Hence, he
will agree, in all probability, to do what we ask--we wish him to give
us sufficient equipment and escort to travel direct to the coast from
here--at once--within the hour. When we reach the sea we can cross to
Aden in an Arab dhow, and neither Mr. Fenshawe nor you will ever see or
hear from us again, save in a business sense. It is not a wildly
extravagant demand. None of us can look forward with pleasure to a
month's journey in company back to Pajura. If I go to Mr. Fenshawe with
the proposal I have made to you, he will suspect some hidden intent.
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