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"Vidth all my boast I haf not succeed to 'keep my pearl'; it ees yours, Señorita." "No, Baron " I begin, with warm protest. "If you vant me to haf it, Señorita, write me and I vill come from dthe end of dthe vorld to get it. But you vill not, zo put dthis Inca eye beside it. Dthey zay in my country it bring gude luck.
"I'm glad to know what is required to make me lovely." "You air alvays 'wonderschön' to me but you look too clevair zometimes in dthe day. In dthis moonlight you look so gentle like a leedle child. Blanca, zay again you loaf me." He holds my hand close and bends down until I feel his hot breath on my cheek. "I can't say again what I never said once." I begin to walk faster.
"How dare you; you are no gentleman!" "No, I am a loaver, Blanca, not von cold Nordthern zhentleman, who haf so leedle heart it can be hush, and zo dthin, poor blood it nefer rush fire at a voman's touch. Blanca, I haf been still for days, vaiting for dthis hour. I loaf you, darling, till all my life is nodthing but von longing I loaf you till I haf no conscience, no religion but my loaf.
He leads the way to the "special" standing with snorting engine on the furthest track. He seats us and is gone again. A servant brings in our effects and the Baron follows. "Madame," he says, dropping into the seat behind Mrs. Steele, "I haf arrange to haf dthis man zee you to the ship he spik leedle English and I am told gude off him as sairvant.
The dark young man puts another query. "What's it all about?" says Mrs. Steele; "you promised to interpret." "Oh, yes, if I must. Dthis zhentleman ask if dthis young lady ees my wife and if she like roses." "Oh, let us see the roses," says Mrs. Steele, calmly ignoring the wretch's prevarication, for I know to the first question he said "Yes."
"After I escort Madame, I go to dthe photographic gallery; I buy you all dthose pictures ve haf not time to get dthis afternoon. I send dthem to your room; you vill not be lonely." "Oh, why can't we all go to the gallery? I do so want a collection of views. I want nothing else so much!" I plead. It ends by our driving to Casa 47, in a wide street opposite the public gardens.
"Good-morning," I say, observing how white and heavy-eyed he looks in the sunlight. "Yes, thank you, we've slept well," says Mrs. Steele, "too well, I'm afraid." "Oh, no, belief me, dthis extra train ees better." "You look ill, Baron; how did you sleep?" "Dthank you, I sleep not at all till yust dthe time to rise dtherefore am I late. If your dthings air ready ve vill start at once."
He finally pulls out of his pocket a rosary. "I haf carry dthis efer since I was in Egypt." This simple little string of olive stones and carved ebony beads quite captivates my fancy, and the penalty for the expression of my liking is that I must try it on.
I hate to be bothered with passengers going off " and the Captain walks to the railing to wave his hand with stiff pomposity to a Mexican who sits in the lighter. "You air meestake, Captain," says the Baron de Bach; "all dthose vorkmen say it vill be two days loading dthis café." The Captain, never very good-tempered at the best of times, is especially peppery to-day.
Hansom-cab drivers, attracted by the noise of our altercation, drew up to the sidewalk to watch developments, and then, after the usual fifteen or twenty minutes, the blue-coat emissary of justice appeared. "'Phat's dthis? he asked. "'I have detected this man leaving my house in a suspicious manner, said my adversary. 'I have reason to suspect him of thieving.
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