Roy Norton

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Roy Norton Drowned Gold — Chapter 8 (1919)

Aye, it was the flaming spirit of France herself that was flashed upon me across that little table in the patio of Monsieur Périgord's house, and it was an awesome, defiant, unquenchable flame, such a flame as that with which France, glorified, confronts her foe. I was awed by this light.
"My country," he said, resuming, "needs gold; not so much for its credit, which is amply provided for by the bulwark of Great Britain's strength, but for her own immediate use at home. Every million francs in gold in her treasury to-day strengthens her purpose twofold.
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Roy Norton Drowned Gold — Chapter 8 (1919)

Nor had I fancied that so much of a man's life and career are so open a book and so easily read by any inquirer.
"Whether you are justified in probing into my private affairs, or as to who and what I am, Monsieur Périgord, it is not for me to say," I replied; "but what interests me most is why you have taken the pains to make such inquiries regarding a mere skipper of a freight boat who has come to Maracaibo."
"Patience, patience, m'sieur le capitaine," he said, with a faint smile. "I crave an old man's indulgence.
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Roy Norton Drowned Gold — Chapter 8 (1919)

Oh, you do not know what it means," he said almost fiercely, "to be a hopeless exile from your own country, barred out as unfit, conscious that your span of life draws near its end, and longing with an ineffable yearning to be pardoned and to return once more to the land in which you were born. It is a very terrible tragedy, m'sieur; one which I should not wish inflicted upon the worst enemy I ever had. My most fervent desire is to be permitted to return home."
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