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You are a generation before your time. It is a pity, for you have saddened your youth, and you may never live to see accomplished what you have toiled for." "Oh, as to that as to that..." She smoothed back her hair lightly, and her eyes wandered over the distant hills-mauve and saffron and opal, and tender with the mist of evening. "What does it matter!" she added.
With a last effort he strove to eject Kitty from his thoughts, for there was the wife he had won in the race of life, and he must stand by her, play the game, ride honestly, even in exile from her, run straight, even with that unopened, bitter, upbraiding letter in the He fell asleep, and soon and slowly and ever so dimly the opal light of the prairie dawn crept shyly over the landscape.
"I'm going to! Will you help me?" "Sure. Anything I can do to help you in the culture-grabbing line yours to oblige, G. F. Babbitt." "Very well then, I want you to go to Mrs. Mudge's New Thought meeting with me, next Sunday afternoon." "Mrs. Who's which?" "Mrs. Opal Emerson Mudge. The field-lecturer for the American New Thought League.
High up the aspens were a shimmering sea of aquamarine, and the snow fields at the foot of the moon were scintillating masses of opal; the cloudless sky above was a shield of steel-blue sapphire emblazoned with diamond stars.
The white-winged boats were flitting lightly to and fro, like gauzy-winged insects in the summer air, the song of the fishermen drawing their nets on the beach floated cheerily upward. Capri lay like a half-dissolved opal in shimmering clouds of mist, and Naples gleamed out pearly clear in the purple distance.
Her hand stole to her heart to still the fury of its beating. "Opal," he breathed, "I have wanted you ever since that mad moment in gray old London when I first caught the lure in your glorious eyes do you remember, sweetheart? I know you are mine and you know it girl! His voice sank lower and lower, growing more and more intense with suppressed passion.
Fully half an hour had passed when there was a sudden movement among them. The points of green and opal fire were turned from Philip, and to his ears came the clink of chains, the movement of bodies, a subdued and menacing rumble from a score of throats. Captain growled. Philip stared out into the darkness and listened. And then a voice came, quite near: "Ho, M'sieur Philip!" It was Jean!
I will always wear your colors in my heart, dear the red-brown of your hair, the glorious hazel of your eyes, the flush of your soft cheek, the rose of your sweet lips, the virgin whiteness of your soul!" Opal looked at him with eyes brimming with pride. Young as he was, he was indeed every inch a king. And she had crowned him king of her heart and soul and life before she had known!
Instantly the Earl thrust the ring upon his own finger with the opal turned inward, and, with the dark anger mark of his race strongly dinted upon his fair young brow, he faced the unseen intruder. "Who is there?" he cried loudly and imperiously. The door opened with a rasping of the iron latch, and a little girlish figure clothed from head to foot in a white night veil danced in.
And I tell you, Opal, I want that money now. Do you hear? I want it now!" He smashed his heavy fist upon the table, and off flew the ash of his cigar. "What will you do if I refuse?" the gambler asked him coldly. "Wait! Hold on! Don't forget, my friend, that Culver's murder is up to you, and I'll give you up in a minute." The lumberman rose.
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