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I was to ask no questions, seek to know nothing of her birth and family, nothing of her early days. Pauline was called into the room. I took her hand. I asked her to be my wife. "Yes, if you wish it," she replied softly, without even changing colour. She did not repulse me, but she did not respond to my affection. She remained as calm and undemonstrative as ever. At Dr.
Peter, either because it would naturally occur to her, or from some deeper design which, he could not fathom.... Yes, the connection with Mrs. Lawton was indisputable and it remained for him to "figger out" as Spaulding would say, which of these women, the gambler's wife, the notorious "Madam," Gabrielle, the briefly coruscating Pauline Marie, or the Englishman's mistress, a woman of Mrs.
Craig knows that when he stirs up the pool he arouses the worst elements in her nature. Still he will not disguise his feelings and assume an ardor he is far from feeling. Mentally he contrasts this girl with the English maid, and Pauline suffers by the comparison. Perhaps a trifle of the scorn he feels shows upon his face.
He saw a girl standing by the gate, and could not make out who she was or what she was doing. He said gruffly: "You get out of this. What are you doing here at this time of night?" Then Pauline raised a white face. He recognized the face, gave a smothered, hasty exclamation, sprang to the ground, flung the reins over the neck of the mare, and came towards the girl.
Thomas closed his fat eyes till they became almost slits, simpered still more effectively, as he thought, trusted he might have the pleasure of calling again, and departed. Pauline returned, opened the window and door for ten minutes, and went upstairs.
When the door closed Pauline sat up. "He said it was all right," she began feverishly. "What did he mean, mother?" She was hoping she was to be spared the worst part of her ordeal. But her mother's reply dashed her hopes, made her settle back among the cushions and hide her face. "It IS all right, Polly. You're to have your own way, and it's your father's way.
She watched the tall figure moving here and there, stooping to pick half-a-dozen blossoms, giving an occasional glance at the gondola meanwhile, to make sure that all was well. Presently the figure disappeared in the hollow. "One feels quite abandoned," Pauline remarked. "What would become of us if the boat were to glide off?" "We could wade ashore," May suggested.
All the establishment "assisted" at the first trial, and the stable-boy accompanied us with the donkey who was to pull the sled up the hill. We had some little difficulty in starting, Pauline and I in front, Francis behind; but as soon as we got fairly on the slope the thing flew.
Pauline released him, dabbed at her eyes, and ran, choking, into the house. "You've got to be in trouble to make a real hit with Miss Roubideau," suggested the lank deputy, a little bitterly. "I'll take those bracelets off now, Clanton. You can wash for supper." Polly saw to it, anyhow, that the prisoner had the best to eat there was in the house.
Seneca had that very day, either from chance or design, returned from Campania, and rested at a villa of his, four miles from Rome: thither arrived the tribune toward evening, and beset the villa with his men; and then, as he sat at table with Pauline his wife, and two friends, delivered his orders from the emperor.
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