A Yellow God: an Idol of Africa by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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"There will be a row over this, dear," said Alan, shaking his head doubtfully when at last they were alone together in the hall. "Of course, there'll be a row," she answered. "I mean that there should be a row. I mean to have a row every day if necessary, until they leave me alone to follow my own road, and if they won't, as I said, to go to the Court of Chancery for protection. Oh! by the way, I have brought you a copy of _The Judge_. There's a most awful article in it about that Sahara flotation, and among other things it announces that you have left the firm and congratulates you upon having done so." "They'll think I have put it in," groaned Alan as he glanced at the head lines, which were almost libellous in their vigour, and the summaries of the financial careers of Sir Robert Aylward and Mr. Champers-Haswell. "It will make them hate me more than ever, and I say, Barbara, we can't live in an atmosphere of perpetual warfare for the next two years." "I can, if need be," answered that determined young woman. "But I admit that it would be trying for you, if you stay here." "That's just the point, Barbara. I must not stay here, I must go away, the further the better, until you are your own mistress." "Where to, Alan?" "To West Africa, I think." "To West Africa?" repeated Barbara, her voice trembling a little. "After that treasure, Alan?" |
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