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I must have dropped it there. I'll go back and see." "I'll go with you," cried Bessie, jumping up. But before she could move, Zara, laughing, had dashed off, and Bessie dropped back to her place with a smile. "She's as quick as a flash," she said. "She always could beat me in a race. There's no use in my going after her."
Cyr, and with them several of their lieutenants. There was another one there also, whose hands were tied behind him, and whose feet were fastened together, while, by way of additional security, he was tied to the chair in which my friends had seated him. That man was Ivan, the brother of Princess Zara.
"He'd only try to make more trouble for them, and perhaps he could, too. No, I don't want to bother about him any more, Zara. I just want to forget all about him. I wonder how long we'll have to wait at Pine Bridge." "Miss Eleanor didn't say what she was going to do, did she?" "No; she just said that she'd get there, and that she had decided to change all her plans on our account."
"The trouble was that Zara and I didn't exactly belong, Dolly. They thought her father was doing something wrong because he was a foreigner and they couldn't understand his ways." "I suppose he didn't like them much, either, Bessie." "He didn't. He thought they were stupid. And, of course, in a way, they were. But not as stupid as he thought they were.
He's done so many mean things without being found out that when he is caught, he ought to get what he deserves." "But it wouldn't be punishing just him, you see, Zara. It would be hard for Paw Hoover, too, and you know how good he was to us. If it hadn't been for him I don't believe we'd ever have got to Pine Bridge at all." "Yes, that's so. He was good to us, Bessie.
Bessie, forlorn and unhappy, helped in the work of packing, and longed for someone to talk to. She didn't want to tell Zara, who had troubles enough of her own to worry her, and Eleanor, of course, was too busy, with all the work of seeing that everything was done properly. She had to keep a watchful eye on the preparations of the other Camp Fires as well as of her own.
Zara came to where the man knelt. "My beautiful one! my rosebud!" she murmured. "Pietro, the sun shines on nothing half so lovely in this lower world!" "And yet the black, bad blood of the Gitana flows in her veins, too. She is a Spanish gypsy, as her mother and grandmother before her. Nay, not her mother, since the blue blood of all the Kingsland's flows in her veins."
"Did you ever hear that line of poetry which speaks of 'A woman wailing for her demon-lover'? That is what Zara does. Of one thing I am certain she does not wail or wait long; he comes quickly." "What do you mean?" I exclaimed, utterly mystified. "Who comes quickly? I am sure you do not know what you are talking about." "I DO know," he replied firmly; "and I am going to prove my knowledge.
The shock induced by the revelations I had just overheard, the disillusionment I had experienced in regard to Princess Zara, had affected me more than I realized, and the act of closing my eyes and thinking it over had been the result of the same impulse which sends a frightened woman to her own room, to close the door behind her in order that she may be alone.
It's because they say he's been making bad money at that little house where you lived in Hedgeville." "He didn't!" said Zara. "I know he didn't!" "Well, the district attorney he's the one who has to be against your father, you know says that everyone in Hedgeville seems to think he did.
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