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A provoking, beguiling Impertinence with great stage eyes encircled by blue rims, a small mouth painted ruby-red, a complexion of theatrical lilies and roses, and tiny, twinkling feet that beat out a measure to which Beauvayse's pulses have throbbed madly and now throb no more.
How long it seems since Saxham muttered those words, turning sullenly away to recross the stepping-stones, leaping from boulder to boulder as the river wimpled and laughed in mockery of his clumsy tender of protection and her rejection of it, and Beauvayse's tall figure stood, erect and triumphant, on the flower-starred bank, waiting to recommence his wooing until the intruder should be gone, divining, as Saxham had instinctively known, the hidden passion that rent and tortured him, glowing with the consciousness of secret mastery....
"And if I die to-day, it won't end there. I shall think of you, and long for you, and worship you wherever I am!" "Oh, why do you talk to me like this?" Lynette's whisper was as tremulous as Beauvayse's own. Her eyes lifted to the glowing, ardent face for one shy instant, and found it good to look upon.
Or, break your promise to that dead man, and tell her as he would have had you tell her, remember! as he would have had you tell her! that when he asked her hand in marriage, he was the wedded husband of the dancer, Lessie Lavigne!" He knew where she was leading him to Beauvayse's grave. The voice kept whispering, urging as they went.
Saxham answered stiffly: "I should say that in this case the swan decidedly predominates." The other whistled a bar of his pleasant little tune before he spoke again. "It is a capital thing for Beauvayse, being shut up here, out of the way of women." "Are there no women in Gueldersdorp?" "None of the kind Beauvayse's canoe is given to capsizing on."
Kindly answer, Miss Mildare!" Beauvayse's eyes were on her. He said to her below his breath: "Tell him to go!" She stammered: "Th thank you. But I I had rather you went on." Beauvayse saw his opportunity, and added, with an intolerable smile: "My 'familiarities, as you are pleased to term them, being more acceptable to a lady than the attentions of the Dop Doctor."
She leaned back against the boulder, panting and trembling, and saw Beauvayse's revolver glitter in his steady hand, as something came crashing down through the tangled jungle upon the edge of the farther shore, and a heavily-built man in khâki pushed through the shoulder-high growth of reeds, and leaped upon a rock that had a swirl of water round it. It was Saxham.
May I know who I have the a pleasure of being indebted to for finding my daughter to-day?" "I am Mrs. Owen Saxham. I live at that grey stone house up there on the cliff. 'Plas Bendigaid, they call it," explains Lynette, a little nervously, as her reluctant eyes scan the face and figure of the woman who owns the legal right to bear Beauvayse's name. The encounter is distasteful to her.
"I am ready, Mother dear." Lynette's eyes came back from following that dust-cloud in the distance to meet the hungry, jealous fires of Saxham's gaze. He had seen Beauvayse's ardent look, and her shy heart's first leaf unfolded in the answering blush, and a spasm of intolerable anger gripped him as he saw.
Put yourself in Lieutenant the Right Hon. the Lord Viscount Beauvayse's place, and give in detail the precautions you would have taken to insure the transport of your heart uninjured from the Staff Headquarters to the Hospital Gate. Show on the map the disposition of the enemy, whether desirous to enslave, or likely to be mashed...." "She was neither," the crimson boy declared.
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