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Not as much as they always seemed to!" the girl added, uncertainly. "Perhaps because your dream is captured," Blondin suggested. "It's no longer a myth! I wonder if it isn't always so?" "I remember his taking that dreamy, silly tone years ago," Harriet thought. "My first sensation," Blondin said, "was one of satisfaction. I thought to myself that my own cause, with Nina, was safe now.
Harriet could only look at him fixedly, with an ashen face. "God help me," she breathed in her soul. "God help me!" "Well," said Richard, with weary impatience, "we did not call you down to bore you with this! I asked to see you, Harriet, because Mr. Blondin has made the statement to me, just now, that you were heartily in accord with his plans for Nina, and that you approved of the affair!"
"Jean, if monsieur pleases," replied the newcomer, "Jean Passepartout, a surname which has clung to me because I have a natural aptness for going out of one business into another. I believe I'm honest, monsieur, but, to be outspoken, I've had several trades. I've been an itinerant singer, a circus-rider, when I used to vault like Leotard, and dance on a rope like Blondin.
Nina, therefore, was naturally turned to thoughts of a male who quite frankly did not admire Amy; and she talked incessantly of Blondin. Harriet, the best swimmer among them, remained with Nina, and now fancied she saw an opening for a little talk she felt extremely timely. "Mr. Blondin likes you, Nina, just because you aren't flirtatious and silly, like the other girls.
They stared at each other innocently, on the brink of fresh laughter. No; they hadn't the least idea. Royal Blondin went straight from Nina to the tea table, which was almost deserted now. Harriet saw him coming, and she knew what hour had come. She stood up as he reached her, and they measured each other narrowly, with unsmiling eyes.
Blondin wrote that he was limping about with a stick, and wanted to limp down to them as soon as they would ask him. Ward was home again, as always irresponsible, a little older and in some vague way a little coarser, Harriet thought, but still a most enlivening element in the quiet household.
Why, ask your father, Nina! Ask him if he wouldn't write Royal Blondin a check for any sum to-day, ANY sum, if you and he would promise solemnly to wait three years more. You will only be twenty-one then, Nina, still such a child!"
To this Linda could only ejaculate again an amazed: "Royal Blondin!" And as Harriet merely nodded, in the gloom, she added, vigorously, "Why, he hadn't a PENNY! He was always an idiot he didn't have enough to EAT ten years ago!" "Well, he has enough to eat now! Ward told me that he gets three hundred dollars for his drawing-room talks his 'interpretive musings', he called them.
Harriet had risen, and was standing at the back of the carved black chair with both her hands resting upon it. She had looked quietly at Blondin, when he began to speak, and the beautiful white breast that her black evening gown left bare had risen once or twice on a swift impulse to interrupt him.
The half- breeds hearing what they had done, went after them and brought them back, and that night Big Bear's braves came into our tent where Quinn and Blondin were, and wanted to go to work and cut Quinn in pieces. Blondin was like one of themselves. Pritchard sat on his knees in front of Quinn and kept them from doing it.
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