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When I returned to Alresca's house or rather, I should say, to my own house after the moving and picturesque ceremony of the funeral, I found a note from Rosetta Rosa, asking me to call on her at the Hôtel du Commerce. This was the first news of her that I had had since she so abruptly quitted the scene of Alresca's death.
Who can say" I uttered the words with an emphasis the daring of which astounded even myself "that I am not already the heir of more than Alresca's goods?" I imagined, after achieving this piece of audacity, that I was perfectly calm, but within me there must have raged such a tumult of love and dark foreboding that in reality I could scarcely have known what I was about.
I caught him staring at the dagger in my hair just as if he was staring at a snake I had not worn it for some time and the knowledge of his identity swept over me like a like a big wave. I hated him more than ever. "That night, it seems, he followed us in his carriage to Alresca's flat. When I came out of the flat he was waiting. He spoke.
She bowed humbly, as I thought. With such materials as came to hand I bound Alresca's legs together, making as usual the sound leg fulfil the function of a splint to the other one, and he was placed on a stretcher.
I am convinced that we should suit each other that I should derive benefit from your skill and pleasure from your society, while you you would tolerate the whims and eccentricities of my middle age. We need not discuss terms; you would merely name your fee." There was, as a matter of fact, no reason in the world why I should have agreed to this suggestion of Alresca's.
A light broke in upon me: Alresca must have been aware that Lord Clarenceux was alive. That must have been part of Alresca's secret, but only part. I felt somehow that I was on the verge of some tragical discovery which might vitally affect not only my own existence, but that of others. I saw Rosa on the morning after my interview with Yvette.
I want you to examine me thoroughly, for, unless I deceive myself, I am suffering from some mysterious complaint." I was enormously, ineffably flattered and delighted, and all the boy in me wanted to caper around the room and then to fall on Alresca's neck and dissolve in gratitude to him. I perceived that he and Rosa must have previously arranged that I should be requested to become his doctor.
Primarily it was the celebration of a fiendish triumph over one who had preceded me in daring to love Rosetta Rosa, but doubtless also it was meant in a subsidiary degree as a second warning to the youth who followed in Alresca's footsteps. Then there were the two appearances during my journey from London to Paris with Rosa's jewels in the train and on the steamer.
All the vague and terrible apprehensions, disquietudes, misgivings, which the gradual improvement in Alresca's condition had lulled to sleep, aroused themselves again in my mind, coming, as it were, boldly out into the open from the dark, unexplored grottos wherein they had crouched and hidden.
Sir Cyril asked hurriedly of Nolan. "Yes, sir." "Send some one for him. I'll get him to take Alresca's part. He'll have to sing it in French, but that won't matter. We'll make a new start at the duet." "But Rosa?" said Nolan. "Rosa! She's not hurt, is she?" "No, sir. But she's upset." "What the devil is she upset about?" "The accident. She's practically useless.
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