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A careless reply was on my lips, but, seeing what a long way down the little figure was, I drew it nearer, saying, with a smile, which I knew would make an answering one, "Dear, there must be the bud before the flower; so never grieve, for your youth keeps my spirit young. To me you may be a child forever; but you must learn to be a stately little Madam Ventnor to my friends."
To my poignant and everlasting regret my camera had been upon the bolting pony, and Ventnor had long been out of films for his. We were ready for our journey. Our path led straight away, a smooth and dark-gray road whose surface resembled cement packed under enormous pressure. It was all of fifty feet wide and now, in daylight, glistened faintly as though overlaid with some vitreous coating.
"Oh! indeed, I think we can soon make them into plain English!" "Sooner the better." Mr. Ventnor passed through a moment of indecision. Should he lay his cards on the table? It was not his habit, and the proceeding was sometimes attended with risk.
And Iskander? Equally, of course Alexander. Ventnor had been right. "Yuruk," I demanded directly, "is she whom you call goddess Norhala of the people of Cherkis?" "Long ago," he answered; "long, long ago there was trouble in their city, even in the great dwelling place of Cherkis. I fled with her who was the mother of the goddess.
Ventnor passed through the curtains of the central hall; he returned with one of Norhala's cloaks; covered the girl with it. An overwhelming sleepiness took possession of me, a weariness ineffable. Nerve and brain and muscle suddenly relaxed, went slack and numb. Without a struggle I surrendered to an overpowering stupor and cradled deep in its heart ceased consciously to be.
And here's another: Go away before you forget yourself again." The natural stolidity of Bob Pilings face was only just proof against this speech. He said thickly: "If you go there again and use my name, I'll Well, it's lucky for you you're not my age. Anyway I'll relieve you of my acquaintanceship in future. Good-evening!" and he went to the door. Mr. Ventnor had risen.
She had not been to Ventnor in several months; the change of scene was very grateful. She could not help thinking, as they slid along smoothly and swiftly over the hard-frozen snow, that it was a good deal pleasanter, for once, than sitting alone in the parlour at home with her work-basket.
Scorching though it was, within its heat was energizing, revivifying force; something that slew the deadly despair and fed the fading fires of life. I staggered to my feet; looked back. The veils were gone. The precipice walled gateway they had curtained was filled with a Plutonic glare as though it opened into the incandescent heart of a volcano. Ventnor clutched my shoulder, spun me around.
How could it have been taken out again? Had it been abstracted while the letter was still in his office? or on its way to the post? or in its transmission to Ventnor? "If in the office," argued Mr. Galloway, "it must have been done before I sealed it; if afterwards, that seal must have been tampered with, probably broken. I'll drop a note to Robert, and ask the question."
Dale. Delicious! Do you forget that you're public property? Ventnor. Forgotten, I mean, that we were old friends? Mrs. Dale. Such old friends! May I remind you that it's nearly twenty years since we've met? Or do you find cold reminiscences indigestible? Ventnor. On the contrary, I've come to ask you for a dish of them we'll warm them up together. You're my first visit. Mrs. Dale.