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The Jungle Toll
Theoldmanlookedup,regardingthestrong,handsomefaceofWilliamCecilClaytonintently.Perhapshereadtherethelovethatlayintheheartbeneath—theloveforhisdaughter.
Hehadbeentoopreoccupiedwithhisownscholarlythoughtsinthepasttoconsiderthelittleoccurrences,thechancewords,whichwouldhaveindicatedtoamorepracticalmanthattheseyoungpeoplewerebeingdrawnmoreandmorecloselytooneanother.Nowtheycamebacktohim,onebyone.
"Asyouwish,"hesaid.
"Youmaycountonme,also,"saidMr.Philander.
"No,mydearoldfriend,"saidProfessorPorter."Wemaynotallgo.ItwouldbecruellywickedtoleavepoorEsmeraldaherealone,andthreeofuswouldbenomoresuccessfulthanone.
"Therebeenoughdeadthingsinthecruelforestasitis.Come—letustrytosleepalittle."
