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"De siety I'se enjoyin' at dis minit," said deceitful Dolf, "is enough to turn de head of any gemman." "Oh, we know all 'bout dat," said Vic. "In course you does," returned Dolf, forgetting Clorinda, and trying to seize Vic's hand, but so uncertain were his movements that she readily escaped him. Clorinda saw it all; it was fuel to the flame which consumed her.
Frank, Vic, the soldiers, officers, and myself even the dry time from Jacob's Well to the Lithodendron all had something to do with finding Manuel. "About the reward the lieutenant speaks of, we think none of us deserve it.
"Yes, missis," she repeated, with the firmness of a person who meant what she said, and was fully prepared to defend her opinion. "What's come over her?" asked Vic. "Dat's jis' it," returned Clo; "now you've hit it prezact yer might talk a week, Victy, and not come inter de pint agin."
"But my dear, sweet, cunning little hearers, I must be a-goin'. Queen Victoria, said she to me, said she, 'Now, Santa, my love, do you hurry back to fill my children's stockings before the clock strikes twelve. Queen Vic is an excellent woman, and is left a poor widow; so I can't disappoint her, poor soul! "I must be a-goin'! Would like to hug and kiss you all round, but can't stop.
Do you see this fellow that's with me? He belongs to the Royal Bengal Tigers, if anybody should ask you, and Skinny's good enough for him. He can sleep up there he should worry. They've got three extra cots. "They'd better keep their watches near them," Vic Norris said. "Take him, you're welcome to him. Nobody ever said we were crooks in our patrol."
He did not even hear the half playful, half angry dispute between these two. Vic was a heady youth, much given to rebelling against the authority of Helen May who bullied or wheedled as her mood and the emergency might impel, as sisters do the world over.
Here, so Kate Barry assured him, the wild flowers came even earlier than they did in the valley so far below them, and to be sure when Vic first walked from the house he found the meadow aflame with color except for the space covered by the truck-garden and the corral.
The black lay perfectly still, and instead of lifting up to answer or to look, the head lowered with ears flat back until the long, outstretched neck gave the animal a snaky appearance. The dog, too, though it showed murderous fangs whenever Vic moved, did not stir from his place, but lay flattening into the ground. "Cut to the right!
"I'd rather swim that water than flounder here." The sound of footsteps on the rotunda stairs made him turn to see Vincent Burgess just reaching the little balcony of the dome. "I've come to have a word with you up here," he said. "We met once before in this rotunda." "Yes, down there in the arena," Vic replied, recalling how like a beast he had felt then. "I was a young hyena that day.
"I'll learn you to shoot from horseback," he called back to Helen May. "He's broke to it, I can see now." "Oh, I wonder if I could! Don't tell Vic, will you? I'd like to take him by surprise. Boys are so conceited and self-sufficient! You'd think Vic was my grandfather, the way he lords it over me. First of all, what is the right way to get on a horse? I wish you'd teach me about riding, too."
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