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"She didn't come home at all last night. I waited up for her till four." "Didn't come home!" cried Langhetti, as an awful fear came over him. "No, Sir." "Do you mean to tell me that she didn't come home at her usual hour?" "No, Sir not at all; and as I was saying, I sat up nearly all night." "Heavens!" cried Langhetti, in bewilderment. "What is the meaning of this? But take me to her room.
He had learned all about the affair at the inn, and narrated it to Brandon, who listened with his usual calmness. He then gave him a letter from Frank, which Brandon read, and put in his pocket. Then Philips told him the news which he had learned at the cottage about Langhetti. Langhetti and Despard were both there yet, the former very dangerously ill, the latter waiting for some friends.
Yet as her eyes rested on Langhetti a change came over her. The deep and unutterable sadness of her face passed away, and was succeeded by a radiant flash of joy. She threw out her arms toward him with a cry of wild entreaty. The moment that Langhetti saw her he started up and stood for an instant as if paralyzed. Her cry came to his ears.
"The girl remained for a long time in a state of mental torpor, as though her brain had been affected by disease, but the journey here had a beneficial effect on her, and during her stay she has steadily improved. About a week ago Langhetti ventured to ask her all about herself.
I found that he had never told my mother of my sickness. At last my mother and sister in the cabin fell sick. I heard of it some days after, and was prostrated again. I grew better after a time; but just as we reached quarantine, Langhetti, who had kept himself up thus far, gave out completely, and fell before the plague." "Did he die?" asked Louis, in a faltering voice. "Not on ship-board.
He did not understand the meaning of the scowl that passed over the ruffian's face, nor did Clark understand the full meaning of that gloomy frown which lowered over Despard's brow as his eyes blazed wrathfully and menacingly upon him. Clark came out and went to the bank. On quitting the bank Despard saw him looking back at Langhetti, who was just leaving.
Langhetti said not a word, but sat in silence, absorbed in one intense and wondering gaze. Despard seemed to dwell upon this idea, fondly and tenderly. "She is not one of that brood," said he, after a pause. "It is in name only that she belongs to them." "They are fiends and she is an angel," said Langhetti. "Heaven has sent her to us; we most preserve her forever."
I have sought over the world after my relatives " "I will tell you," said Despard. He sat down and began to tell the story of Edith's voyage and all that Langhetti had done, down to the time of his rescue of her from death. The recital filled Brandon with such deep amazement that he had not a word to say. He listened like one stupefied.
He was an Italian, of whom she knew nothing whatever but his name, with the exception of the fact that he had been unfortunate in Europe, and had come out to Hong-Kong as bandmaster of the Twentieth Regiment. His name was Paolo Langhetti. "Do you like music?" asked Brandon, abruptly. "Above all things." said Beatrice, with an intensity of emphasis which spoke of deep feeling. "Do you play?"
It strikes me you've got some kink in your brain some notion or other. Out with it, and let us see what you're driving at!" "Do you know a man named Cigole?" said Langhetti. "Cigole!" replied Potts, after a pause, in which he had stared hard at Langhetti; "well, what if I do? Perhaps I do, and perhaps I don't." "He is in my power," said Langhetti, vehemently.
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