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Hunter's acquaintance, and explained how they were on their way to take possession of Mr. Arden's rectory of Rundell Canonicorum, the words rolling out of her mouth with magnificent emphasis. "I congratulate you, ma'am," said Mrs. Hunter, cordially, "and you too, my dear," she added, turning to Aurelia.
"That one consideration ties my hands.... Here, my boy: take this and put it in the safe and don't forget Mrs. Arden's things, of course. Good-night." "Trust me, sir. Good-night."
With a sudden spring, one booted foot upon Arden's heavy chair, the figure leaped upon the table, disarranging all its glittering array, and for a second facing the company which had arisen with excitement and outcry. The next, like a dart, he crossed the intervening space and threw himself upon Mexia, dragging the bulky form from the table and hurling it to the floor.
The inference was not without its insidious effect on a man temperamentally incapable of conceit. The valse was nearly half over, when the least little drag on his arm so surprised him that he stopped almost opposite the main archway; and caught sight of Lance, evidently looking for some one. "Oh there he is!" Miss Arden's low tone was almost flurried for her. "D'you want him?"
He opened Miss Arden's note feeling antagonistic. But its friendliness disarmed him. She hoped they had enjoyed themselves immensely and slain enough creatures to satisfy their primitive instincts. And her mother hoped Mr Sinclair would dine with them on Wednesday evening: quite a small affair. His first impulse was to refuse; but her allusion to the slain creatures touched up his conscience.
Suddenly a voice rang out above the noise of the cracking rifles, and the Arabs ceased fire; then clear and strong came in unmistakable European tones "Surrender, you English, or you die!" In an instant Helmar recognized the voice it was Arden's. Rage filled him as he thought that once more he was in the power of this man, and he made up his mind to fire his last cartridge before he gave in.
Arden's best obeisance, such as it was; and Harriet, seeing Peggy Duckworth in the distance, plumed herself on her probable envy.
I shall go and discover what news my men have brought in." He turned, as he spoke, and left the room. So after all he was to be the victim of Arden's cruel machinations, thought George, when he found himself alone. In spite of all Naoum's power he was unable to stay the hand of this ruthless enemy. Torture! The word was one of terrible significance; death was child's play compared with it.
They were rapidly nearing the south-western limits of the city, and the streets were becoming more open. The fresh night air stimulated their spirited Arab horses, and they raced along the silent roads at a speed that would have made it difficult for Arden's men to overtake.
If he don't jump over the garden fence in his haste to escape such a monster, I shall be glad." But Arden's face only grew more grave and gentle as he looked down upon her, and he asked: "Is it because you love the money itself, Miss Allen?" "Well, no," said Edith, somewhat taken aback. "I can never earn enough to make it worth while to do that.
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