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Coding 1
EXERCISE 1.1 – CAREER AS A CODER
1. c 5. b 9. b
2. a 6. c 10. d
3. b 7. e
4. c 8. a
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"You will naturally ask why I am telling these facts now. I have
two reasons. Fortune has deserted me at last. I had intended to
reveal Guy's parentage when he stood in the dock so deeply stained
with crime that part of the odium he incurred would necessarily fall
upon you. More recently I determined that I would refrain from
putting that coping stone on the edifice of my revenge. Not out of any
misplaced tenderness for you. Do not think that. My reason was a
purely selfish one. My adopted son had somehow endeared himself
to me. I foresaw in him an ornament to my own profession. I became
sentimental and so, foolish. I thought he should always remain my
son. I forgot that he had your blood in his veins and I let him fall
under your influence. I forgot too that a girl can shatter the most
complete philosophy with a glance of her eyes. The young fool has
fallen in love with Meriel Challys, and the consequence is that he has
got into his head a ridiculous idea that he must deliver himself up to
justice in order to make amends for his legitimate spoiling of the
Egyptians, Flurscheim and yourself. He is proposing to do so within
the next forty-eight hours, so you may have time to prevent his
voluntary martyrdom—a martyrdom he will certainly regret, judging
from my own experience. Do not think, however, that I am only
animated by Guy's interests. I am still keenly alive to my own safety.
I have had quite enough of prison life, and am well prepared with
means of escape, though I do not desire to end my existence just
yet. Of course, if you care to sacrifice your son in order that I shall
not escape, that is your affair. Guy knows nothing of his parentage,
though I have taken steps to inform him of it should you fail to do so.
I shall not leave him entirely in your hands."
Captain Marven laid the letter down, and, dropping his face in
his hands, he groaned aloud. His heart was sick with anguish. His
long lost son was returned to him, but in what guise? By training, by
profession, he was a thief. Guy Marven, his son, a thief! The horror
of it was almost too great to be borne! It was the bitterest blow of his
life, far more bitter even than the blow which had fallen when his
baby boy had been stolen from him. If Lynton Hora could have
watched the effect produced by his communication, even his thirst
for revenge would have been satisfied. But more bitter even than the
knowledge of what his son had become was the realisation of the
burden of duty which the revelation thrust upon him. As he realised
his duty in the matter, Captain Marven's face was grey with anguish.
He had found his son only to lose him again—to lose him amongst
the yellow-garbed denizens of the convict prison. More, it was he
who must, with his own hand, send him to that outer darkness. God
grant that his son would be a man! God grant it! That was Captain
Marven's earnest prayer.
Then his wife and Meriel? What if they were to learn of Guy's
relationship. Captain Marven could only dimly conceive the effect
upon them.
The servant came again to announce that the cab was awaiting
him. Marven rose, but it was as a man ten years older than the one
who had opened Hora's letter ten minutes before. His face was lined,
and his hand tremulous, but his lips were set firmly. He saw his duty
plainly before him. There was only one path he could tread, even
though every step on that path gave him a fresh pang. But he must
see Guy first, before he took that step.
He entered the cab and was driven to the Albany. He was more
master of himself by the time he arrived. He wondered what he
should do if Guy should be absent from home, for the time at his
command was short. Within an hour he was due at the Foreign
Office.
Guy opened the door, and started with amazement at sight of
his visitor's face.
"Captain Marven!" he exclaimed. Then a great fear took
possession of him. "Meriel?" he gasped.
Marven grasped the intention of the query.
"Meriel was all right when I left her this morning," he replied.
Guy's relief was obvious. "Are you ill? Is anything the matter?"
he asked, as he closed the door behind the Captain, and followed
him into his sitting-room.
Marven was at a loss for words. Hora's letter was in his hand.
He held it out to Guy, and said huskily, "Read this."
"But——" interrupted Guy.
"No, read this," repeated Marven.
Guy took the letter. He recognised the handwriting, and he
wondered. His wonder gave place to amazement as he read.
Amazement was succeeded by horror, and, when he had finished
reading, the paper dropped from his hands, and he turned his face
away from the man who had brought it, in a vain endeavour to
conceal his emotion. He was hardly aware that a hand was laid on
his arm, until a voice, tremulous with emotion, said, "Guy, my son."
He disdained concealment then. He wheeled round and
clutched blindly at the two hands outstretched to meet his own.
"Father, forgive! forgive!" he muttered brokenly.
CHAPTER XXVII
DUTY CALLS
"Vivien,"
"The Guarded Flame," etc.
"A Confession,"
"The Widow," etc.