I was so busy thinking that I forgot. There's plenty of time. I'll
tell you what. Let us go back to the boat and get your things, and then
you can get cleaned up and--change--" she added hesitatingly, for he was
still wearing the suit in which he had fallen on the jetty at Melbourne.
It was splashed with mud and rain; it had been obviously slept in, and
smelled of tobacco and spilled whisky.
"Right. We'll have a cab and then we can talk on the way," he said. "By
the way, I haven't a penny in the world. Broke to the wide! What did
your uncle give you?"
"Fifty pounds."
"Lord! What a decent sort of uncle to have about. I haven't a relative
who'd let me raise a fiver. Well, you'd better lend me some, old girl,
till I get mine through."
"You can have it all if you like," she said quickly. "I don't want it if
I'm with you." She was thinking that he had told her not to let him have
money; but if they were to be together all the time there could be no
possible danger, and something told her that it would be good for him to
be trusted with all her worldly goods.
In the cab, as soon as it started its two-mile crawl, she handed it to
him solemnly. He seemed to make an effort to pull himself together as he
put the money into his notecase.
"I say, Marcella," he jerked out, "you'll not let me out of your sight,
will you, darling? It's no end risky, with all this money.
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