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"It's quite as beautiful here," thought Sacharissa to herself, "as it is in the country. I'm sorry I'm going." Idling there by the sunny window and gazing out into the white expanse, she had already dismissed all uneasiness in her mind concerning the psychical experiment upon herself.
Observing even greater precaution as I neared the building, I presently found myself looking in at the lighted window, and only concealed from the occupants of the room by the presence of a tangled bush which formed a sort of natural curtain. The room into which I was peering presented a scene of great disorder.
It was a chamber about six feet square, with a small window and a door on the slightly sloping plane of the roof formed of flat stones. Many gutters with the figures of animals seemed to be bending down around her, and stretching their necks in order to stare at her through the window.
The sun gleamed in through the window, and I could hear the horses below chewing oats. I sat and mumbled over my chip gaily, glad at heart as a child. I kept all the time feeling for my manuscript. It wasn't really in my thoughts, but instinct told me it was there 'twas in my blood to remember it, and I took it out.
There was the personal factor, too; there was the fascination which this man had for her, which he could exert at will, and which he was undoubtedly exerting now. To escape from his eyes, to think but once more for herself, and by herself, Rachel rose at last, and looked from the window which lit this recess.
With a hasty step towards the window, and an equally hasty glance through the screening foliage at the new-comers, he hurriedly retreated through a door leading to the rear of the house.
Jeanne was kneeling by the window, her head thrown back and the moonlight on her upturned face. When she woke in the dawn the Maid was already up, trussing the points of her breeches and struggling with her long boots. She was crooning the verse of a ballad: "Serais je nonette' Crois que non " and looking with happy eyes at the cool morning light on the forest. "Up, sleepy-head," she cried.
When I went to the window I saw my husband galloping away on horseback, with not a weapon in his hands. In another minute the Bara Rani came running in. "What have you done, Chotie darling," she cried. "How could you let him go?" "Call the Dewan at once," she said, turning to a servant. The Ranis never appeared before the Dewan, but the Bara Rani had no thought that day for appearances.
Fresh air, fresh water, room to move about! Where the rain makes the trees clean, instead of making the streets dirty, like it does here. Though we have mud up to your eyes in the country too; but then it is sweet, wholesome mud. Ah! what is that?" A noise of confused voices rose from the street, and Mrs. Mitchell ran to the window.
Willis moving quietly about, and my grandfather sitting in the armchair by the window, looking into Freshwater Lane. As my eyes fell upon him my memory came surging back, first of the duel, then of its cause. And finally, like a leaden weight, the thought of the deception I had practised upon him, of which he must have learned ere this.
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