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"Yes, Gianetto was hidden under the hay-pile yonder, but my little cousin showed me the trick. I shall tell his uncle, the Caporal, that he may send him a fine present for his trouble. Both his name and yours will be in the report that I shall send to the Attorney-general." "Malediction!" said Mateo in a low voice. They had rejoined the detachment.
She was ministering to my scratches and abrasions, and I, sitting on the old hay-pile, watched her, joying in the gentle touch of her white, dexterous hands, her sweet motherliness and all the warm, vital beauty of her. "Child," said I, "don't tremble so the beasts are gone!" "Yes, I know I heard everything, Peregrine. And you down there all alone to fight them in the dreadful dark!
So I climbed up the ladder and, drawing it after me, closed the trap and as I did so, the light flickered and vanished; but, guided by her voice, I stumbled through the dark and, finding the hay-pile, lay down.
'Belay that, Abny, you'll be having all the lubbers about the place aboard of us! 'Why, says the man Abny, 'since you're wi' us well and good, but don't forget we was hard in his wake, aye, and ready to lay him aboard long before you hove in sight and damn all, says I. 'Some day, Abny, some day, says the other, "I shall cut out that tongue o' yourn and watch ye eat it, lad, eat it hist, here cometh Gregory at last easy all. Now the moon was very bright, master, and looking out o' my hay-pile as the door opened I spied this rogue Gregory "
Trapped and imprisoned thus, I presently came wandering disconsolately back to the hay-pile and lying there began to ponder upon the extreme unlovely deportment of this strange creature whose almost every speech and look and gesture outraged all my preconceived ideas of "the sex", and bitterly to deplore my present situation.
"Whenever you will," I answered, stretching myself upon my hay-pile. Almost as I spoke the light vanished, and in the pitchy gloom my hearing seemed to grow the more acute; I heard her light, assured tread, the fall of her shoes as she kicked them off, the rustle of the hay that was her bed, a long-drawn, sleepy sigh. These sounds at last subsiding, I spoke: "Have I angered you, Diana?"
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