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"His death was due to an accident. And accidents," she turned and looked
directly at him, "when they involve financial damages, may be paid for."
The captain nodded. "Yes," he said.
"And when arrangements for such payment is made, HONORABLE people--at
least, in the circle of which you and I have been speaking--consider the
matter settled and do not refer to it again, either among themselves--or
elsewhere."
"Yes, ma'am." He nodded again. She did know; Malcolm, evidently, had
told her. "Yes, ma'am. That's the way any decent person would feel--and
act--if such a thing happened--even if they hailed from South Denboro."
He pushed back his chair and stood up. She continued to look him over,
much as if she were taking a mental inventory of his character, or
revising an old one.
"I hope," she said, lightly, but with deliberation, "our little argument
and--er--slight disagreement concerning--er--duty will not make us
enemies, Captain Warren."
"Enemies! Land sakes, no! I respect anybody's havin' opinions and not
bein' afraid to give 'em. And I think I can understand some of how you
feel. Maybe if I was anchored here on Fifth Avenue, same as you are,
instead of bein' blown in by an unexpected no'theaster, I'd be feelin'
the same way.
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