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The father was brought to perform his part, not without difficulty Carte blanche for Zara's sentimental blue and bridal white robes was obtained, silver fringe and pearls inclusive: the triumphant Zara rang for the base confidante of her late distresses Lydia Sharpe re-entered, with the four dresses upon sale; but she and her guineas, and the most honourable appraisers, all were treated with becoming scorn and as Lydia obeyed her young lady's orders to replace her clothes in her wardrobe, and never to think of them more, they suddenly rose in value in her estimation, and she repented that she had been quite so much of an extortioner.
A pillar of smoke rose straight in the still air, and beyond it, gleaming among the trees, Bessie saw the white sides of three or four tents. Astonished, she called Zara. "They're not from around here, Zara," she whispered, not ready yet for the strangers to discover her. "Girls around here don't swim it's only the boys who do that."
In the first act, he had begun by joining timidly in the general applause of Zara, dreading lest Caroline should not be blessed with that temper which could bear the praises of a rival "with unwounded ear."
"I believe you, dear one; forgive me. You shall have the messenger." "You have forgotten one thing, princess." "What?" "Your own danger." She shrugged her shoulders and laughed at that. It was a return to the Zara I had first known. "I have forgotten much since you came," she said. "In what way am I in danger?" "If those men are arrested, they will know that you have betrayed them to me.
Then she fell back unconscious in the chair. He did not turn round, and soon he was in the motor and gliding away as though the hounds of hell were after him, as, indeed, they were, from the mad pain in his heart. And when Zara came to herself it was half an hour later, and he was many miles away. She sat up and found Jake licking her hands. Then remembrance came back.
Her eyes grew soft and tender, and the jewel she wore glimmered like moonlight on the sea. I felt a little abashed, and, to change the subject, I said: "Tell me, Zara, what is that stone you always wear? Is it a talisman?" "It belonged to a king," said Zara, "at least, it was found in a king's coffin. It has been in our family for generations.
"It is very bad style to be quite well it is almost improper." She looked at me, and a glimmering smile lighted her features. But she would not permit herself to become good-humoured, and she furled and unfurled her fan of pink ostrich feathers with some impatience. "Where did that child get all those pearls from?" she next inquired, with a gesture of her head towards Zara.
She threw herself bodily forward into my embrace, clasping her clinging arms about me, while she buried her beautiful face between my chin and shoulder and burst into a passion of sobs which convulsed her so utterly that I was alarmed. I had tried her too far with my bantering attitude, and my apparent indifference to a threatening and terrible fate. "Zara!" I said. "My love!"
That was his chief trouble he seemed to think more about what would happen to you than that he was in trouble himself." "I knew he'd be thinking about me," said Zara, "He always did, even when he had most to bother him." "I was sure he was a good father, Zara, when I heard you talk about him and I've been surer of it than ever since I've had a chance to find out about him.
As a Christian he can not object to the vengeance Christianity teaches." He turned away, approached the lonely hut, and tapped thrice sharp staccato knocks at the door. The third one was answered. The door swung back, and a dark damsel looked out. "Is it thee, Pietro?" "It is I, Zara." He stepped in as he spoke, closed the door, took her face between his hands, and kissed both brown cheeks.
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