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On Amber's left the woman rode as one to the saddle born, her face turned eagerly to the open road, smiling a little with excitement beneath the tissue of thin veiling which the speed-bred breeze moulded cunningly to the contour of her flawless features. The fire in her blood shone lambent in the eyes that now and again met Amber's. More than once he heard her laugh low, with a lilt of happiness.
His hands, fat, brown, and not overclean, alternately fluttered apologetically and rubbed one another with a suggestion of extreme urbanity; his lips, thick, sensual, and cruel, mouthed a broken stream of babu-English; while his eyes, nearly as small and quite as black as shoe-buttons eyes furtive, crafty, and cold suddenly distended and became fixed, as with amazement, at the instant of Amber's appearance.
Then he found himself looking into the muzzle of Amber's weapon, and became apparently rigid with terror. "Sahib !" "Make no outcry, dog, and tell me no lies, if you value your contemptible life. Why did you drug me at whose instance?" "Sahib!..." "Answer me quickly, son of vipers!" "By Dhola Baksh, hazoor, I am innocent!
The roughened surface of the lake was dark save where the moon had blazed its trail of shimmering golden scales. There was no boat visible, and for the first time Amber's heart misgave him and he doubted whether it were not best to seek a mount from the stables of the Residency and try to reach Kathiapur on his own initiative.
"I did but think to anticipate your impatience, knowing that you would assuredly come." "Ah, you knew that, Dulla Dad? How did you know?" The man giggled softly, plying a busy paddle. "Am I not of the palace, hazoor? What are secrets in the house of kings? Gossip of herders and bazaar-women!" "And how much more do you know, Dulla Dad?" Amber's tone was ominous. "I, hazoor?
"Buck up, Lance," he said abruptly; for Desmond, who saw no ghosts, was keenly interested. "Let's quit this place of skulls and empty eye-sockets. Amber's dead; but not utterly decayed." He knew.
Amber's elderly heart all day. "Marie, are you going to have a baby?" Marie could not have been more confused and confounded. "I!" she stammered. "Have a baby! I never thought of such a thing!" "It's not an unknown event," said Julia; "it has been done before. Think!" Marie thought. "Julia," she whispered, hushed, "perhaps " "You must know or you can make a good guess." Marie began to tremble.
Rokeby knew what Julia meant, but his patience was invincible. There was a piano in the flat now; it had been Grannie Amber's, and was old, but still it fulfilled its purpose of a musical instrument. It stood in the sitting-room, across one of the corners by the fire, and after dinner Marie played and Julia sang; and when she refused to sing more, it was Desmond's turn.
He became sure of this when, at length, his curiosity roused, he went to the window and peered out between the wooden slats of the blind. The little company was squatting in a circle round the fire, and a bottle was passing from hand to hand. He turned back, puzzled, to find the khansamah calmly seated at the table and enjoying one of Amber's choicest cigarettes.
A second time the gusty sighing arose and breathed through the night, increasing until the very earth beneath him seemed to rock with the magnitude of the sound, until, at its highest, it ceased and was as if it had not been; not even an echo sang its passing. Then out of nothingness something plopped into Amber's hand and his fingers closed convulsively about it.
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