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"But I don't want you to lay down your life. I want Dowlas." "And you sall haf Dowlas to-morra. An' to-night you sall haf de Italian maid." "Well, I suppose I must," said Minnie, resignedly. "Miladi," said Girasole, turning to Mrs. Willoughby, "I am ver sorry for dis leetle accommodazion. De room where you mus go is de one where I haf put de man dat try to safe you. He is tied fast.
Willoughby saw a figure lying at the other end of the room on the floor. His face was turned toward them, but in the darkness she could not see it plainly. Some straw was heaped up in the corner next her. "Dere," said Girasole, "is your bed. I am sorra. Do not be trouble." With this he went away. Mrs. Willoughby flung herself on her knees, and bowed her head and wept convulsively.
Willoughby wished that he had come a little before, so that he could have taken the place beside the carriage where the Baron now was. But the place was now appropriated, and there was no chance for the Count. Girasole threw a dark look over them, which rested more particularly on Hawbury. Hawbury nodded lightly at the Count, and didn't appear to take any further notice of him.
"As for dangaire," he said "pouf! dere is none. See, I go alone no arms, not a knife an' yet gold in my porte-monnaie." And he drew forth his porte-monnaie, and opened it so as to exhibit its contents. A little further conversation followed. Girasole evidently was perfectly familiar with the road. The idea of brigands appeared to strike him as some exquisite piece of pleasantry.
Girasole now retreated and went down stairs. Soon all was still. The Italian woman had been standing where she had stopped ever since she first came into the room. Minnie had not paid any attention to her, but at last she noticed this. "I wish you wouldn't stand there in that way. You really make me feel quite nervous.
Now the crisis had come the moment when all might be discovered. And if so, they all were lost. Ethel bent far forward and tried to peer through the gloom. She saw the dark figure of the new-comer pass by one of the windows, and by the outline she knew that it was Girasole. He passed on into the shadow, and toward the place where the straw was. She could not see him any more.
Can you not live for five seconds longer without him? Are you looking in all directions to see where he is? Don't fret; he'll soon be here. And now there came a confirmation of his thoughts. He was not surprised; he knew it; he suspected it. It was all as it should be. Was it not in the confident expectation of this that he had come here with his dagger on their trail? It was Girasole.
"A spy? Of what, pray?" "She came to help her friend to escape." "To escape? How could she possibly help her to escape? Do you think it so easy to escape from this place?" Girasole was silent. "Do you think a young lady, who has never been out of the care of her friends before, could do much to assist a friend like herself in an escape?" "She might." "But how? This is not the street of a city.
The lady sprang up and called in despair. A cry came back, and the lady was about to venture to the other room, when she was driven back by the stern voice of Girasole. Then she stood for a moment, after which she knelt, and Dacres heard her voice in prayer.
Minnie and her sister were sitting on the front seats, and saw the stranger as he advanced. He soon came near enough to be distinguished, and Mrs. Willoughby recognized Girasole. Her surprise was so great that she uttered an exclamation of terror, which startled the other ladies, and made them all look in that direction. "How very odd!" said Ethel, thoughtfully.
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