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The charmer continued his crooning noise, and the great cobra swayed its inflated neck to and fro as though to some mysterious rhythm, the native with naked hand and arm seeming to direct it. "Loathsome!" murmured a voice into Beryl's ear, but she did not hear it. Her whole intelligence was riveted upon the movements of the serpent and its master.

"Give me, give me air " He struggled for breath, which her tight clasp denied him; and for some minutes he panted, while Mr. Dunbar fanned him with his hat. Then the heaving chest grew more quiet, and after a moment, his eyes lighted with a happy smile as they fastened on Beryl's face, bent over him. "Gigina, sweet, faithful sister, it is almost heaven to see you once more.

I have done what I was bound to do, and I know you will heed my warning." She looked at the letter in Beryl's hand, and remembered her feeling of danger when she wrote it. "And now please burn that letter, Beryl. Throw it into the fire." As she spoke she pointed to the fire on the hearth. But Miss Van Tuyn kept the letter in her hand. "Please wait a minute, Adela!" she said.

At the sight, a white-haired, withered woman leaning from a carriage and staring with horror-haunted eyes, had screamed, and was falling back insensible. "That is his mother. Poor thing, why did they let her come? He is her only boy," said a man to his comrade, who stood near Beryl's seat. "What is the matter?" asked a gentleman, sitting immediately in front of her.

Now Beryl should have beep upstairs marking the new linen and she should not be singing as though she owned the whole world. These two transgressions and the sight of the bright blossoms in the girl's hand brought the climax to the old woman's wrath. All Beryl's shortcomings tumbled off her tongue in an incoherent flow of ill-temper.

He bowed himself before her till he appeared to be no more than a bundle of dirty linen. "Let the gracious lady be warned by her servant," he said. "Fletcher sahib is a man of evil heart." Beryl's eyes widened. Assuredly this was the last thing she had expected to hear from such a source. "What do you mean?" she asked. He grovelled before her, his head almost in the dust.

"Why we're as far apart as the poles," Beryl answered. "You're Gordon Forsyth. And I'm just Beryl Lynch." Robin's eyes were like a baby's in their lack of understanding. "I don't see " she began but Beryl would not let her go on. Beryl's whole soul went out in resentment at what she suspected was "patronizing." "Not me!" she cried in her heart. And aloud: "Oh, you just say you can't see.

Big Danny, with trembling hands, took the roll of bills from Beryl's purse. They were undisputable proof of her story. "Moira girl, 'tis true!" Big Danny's voice trembled. "'Tis Father Murphy's blessing," whispered Mrs. Lynch, a strange light in her eyes. "May I be worthy of it!" Then she roused and laughed, a tinkling laugh. "Ah my girl shall have her music, now! Oh, it's too wonderful."

A vague foreboding, which for several days had haunted Beryl's mind, now pressed so heavily upon her, that she hurried back to the station, which was near the edge of the town; and more than once she started nervously at sight of grotesque shadows cast by the trees across the sandy road.

She felt his tug like the mysterious tug of water when one stands near a weir in a river. When she was with him she sometimes had a physical impulse to lean backward. And that came because of another strong and opposing impulse which seemed mental. Adela should not entice Craven back to her. She was long past the age of needing trusty comrades and possible helpers, in Beryl's opinion.

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