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He was foaming and stamping uneasily, and she saw that his rider's face was deadly pale. "I don't believe Ronnie can be well," she said. "He looks so nervous." Baring grunted in a dissatisfied note, but said nothing. Another two minutes, and the signal was given. There were ten horses in the race. It was a fair start, and the excitement in the watching crowd became at once intense.
He was gallanted like a young blood of the period, and so were the young men of St. Kitts. Rachael wore a heavy gold-coloured satin, baring the neck, and a stiff and pointed stomacher, her hair held high with a diamond comb. Her fairness was dazzling in the night-light, and it was such a light as Hamilton never had seen before: for in the Tropics the moon is golden, and the stars are crystal.
The boy tried his best to smile, holding his hand over his left side, as if stifling pain. He smiled a bright, contented happy smile as Rosa knelt, sobbing, by his side, and, opening his jacket, baring the blood-stained shirt, plucked a purplish rose from the bleeding bosom. "The white rose is red now, Rosa." "Oh, my darling! my darling!"
"In love with you, perhaps, but are you in love with him?" She laughed, softly at first, but with an ever more insistent note of satire underlying her mirth. "The woman," she said, "who expects to get anything out of life worth having, doesn't fall in love. She may give a good deal, she may seem to give everything, but if she is wise, she keeps her heart." "Poor Baring!"
I am a poor man and a busy one, this task your father laid upon my shoulders is too heavy for me. I shall resign my guardianship; Gwendoline Lady Baring will accept the position. She likes you, and you will find it hard to break her heart." "Do you mean," says the girl, "that I have broken yours? Yours? Have I been so bad as that? Yours?
A servant had just lighted a lamp in the room behind them. "Go in!" said Baring. "I will come back to you." She obeyed him. She felt incapable of resistance just then. He passed on quietly, and she stood inside the room, waiting and listening with hushed breath and hands tightly clenched. The seconds crawled by, and again there came to her straining ears the cry of a jackal from far away.
She had seen it before, but till that moment she had never realized quite what it was. "What do I want?" he said. "I want you, and you know it. That fellow Baring is not the man for you. You are going to give him up. Do you hear? Or else if you prefer it he will give you up. I don't care which it is, but one or the other it shall be. Now do we understand one another?"
Now I ask him to illustrate his faith by baring his left arm before you all." What followed? I know not. From the audience went up a great gasp mingled with cries of "yes" and "shame" and "show him." My supporters on the platform murmured in indignation, and I, round whom the whole earth seemed to rush, by an effort recovering my self-control, rose and said:
There were many people aboard, but the ship was silent and still as a coffin, and the water seemed to moan as it parted before the short curved prow. Lazarus sat lonely, baring his head to the sun, and listening in silence to the splashing of the waters. Further away the seamen and the ambassadors gathered like a crowd of distressed shadows.
Nanbaree applying his mouth to her ear, began to whisper in it, and baring her bosom, breathed on it several times. At length, the period of the swoon having expired, with returning animation she gradually raised herself.
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