Edward Phillips Oppenheim

“ Unthank would never go," she declared. "She stays here to listen to the voice. All night long sometimes she waits and listens, and it doesn't come. Then she hears it, and she is rested."
"And you?" he asked.
"I am afraid," she confessed. "But then, you see, I am not very strong."
"You are not fond of Mrs. Unthank?" he enquired anxiously.
"I don't think so," she answered, in a perplexed tone. "I think I am very much afraid of her. But it is no use, Everard! She would never go away."
"When I return," Dominey said, "we shall see."
She took his arm and linked her hands through it. ”

“ Seaman continued, "carrying Lady Dominey in your arms."
There were little streaks of pallor underneath the tan in Dominey's face. His eyes were like glittering metal. It was only when he had breathed once or twice quickly that he could command his voice.
"What concern is this of yours?" he demanded.
Seaman gripped his companion's arm.
"Look here," he said, "we are too closely allied for bluff. I am here to help you fill the shoes of another man, so far as regards his estates, his position, and character, which, by the by, you are rehabilitating. I will go further. ”

“ Your self-conceived plan has met with every encouragement from us. You will be placed in a unique position to achieve your final purpose. Now mark my words and do not misunderstand me. The very keynote of our progress is ruthlessness. To take even a single step forward towards the achievement of that purpose is worth the sacrifice of all the scruples and delicacies conceivable. But when a certain course of action is without profit to our purpose, I see ugliness in it. It distresses me."
"What the devil do you mean?" Dominey demanded.
"I sleep with one ear open," Seaman replied. ”