The Curious Tale Of The Lady Caraboo - Plot & Excerpts
For the very first time in his eighteen years he was at a loss as to what to do next. Edmund, if he knew – and Fred thanked the Lord he did not – would laugh enough to shake his bones. Fred leaned over the banister at the top of the stairs and saw Finiefs let in Mr Barker, the artist. He could not bear to go down and join his Mother in glad-handing and smiling. He sighed. He knew Ed would suggest having it out with the fellow, fists up in the corridor. Or even better, let Finiefs deal with him and throw him out. And that had been his instinct, after hearing Caraboo sobbing like that, so quietly, so sadly. The thought of what he had done afterwards made him flush, and he turned away, trying to block it out . . . Fred had hared after the captain, who, after a shaky few days, now moved as nimbly on land as anyone half his age, and found him at last, relaxed as you like, finishing off another decanter of Father’s rum and about to tell another tale of the South Seas to Mama. ‘The Penanggalan,’ the captain said as he refilled his glass, ‘is a most terrible thing, madam.’ Mrs Worrall frowned.
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