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"I suppose I ought to have said I would have given it gladly to such a romantic figure, and perhaps have got out and danced a saraband or bolero with you if that is the thing to do nowadays. Well!" she said, after a dangerous pause, "consider that I've said it." He had been walking a little before her, with his face turned towards the distant mountain. Suddenly he stopped and faced her.
Consequently, Martin's attitude in the presence of the millionaire shipowner was as free from constraint or subservience as it would be in the dressing-room of La Belle Ariola, who danced the bolero at a café chantant, or in the ward of the Malesherbes Hôpital, interviewing an apache with a cracked skull.
Instead of the bold and dashing Stella in her bifurcated riding skirt and bolero jacket, the boys saw a beautiful young woman in a pale-blue gown of silk and chiffon, with her pretty hair piled on top of her head, instead of flowing over her shoulders. For a moment they were awed. They had never seen her so, and perhaps had never thought of her as being a young lady.
The quadrilles of Europe are succeeded by the dances of India, and while the young people execute the fandango, the bolero, the cachucha, or the lascivious movements of the bayadères, the enterprising half-breed, the indolent Spaniard, and the sedate Chinese, retire to the gaming saloons, to try their fortune at cards and dice.
"Keep close to me," whispered Del Mar, as she nodded and they left the conservatory, not apparently together. Up-stairs, away from the gayety of the ballroom, the bolero made his way until he came to Elaine's room, dimly lighted. With a quick glance about, he entered cautiously, closed the door, and approached a closet which he opened. There was a safe built into the wall.
Ida pushed her bolero jacket from her shoulders, saying, "This seems nice and quiet enough." "Well, of course," answered Vandover, as though dismissing the question for good. "Now, what are we going to have? I say we have champagne and oysters." "Let's have Cliquot, then," exclaimed Ida, which was the only champagne she had ever heard of besides the California brands.
The gunny sack was pushed and pulled over the eyes. Wild Fire subsided, trembling, while bridle was adjusted and saddle slipped on. The girl attended to the cinching herself. If the saddle turned it might cost her life, and she preferred to take no unnecessary chances. She was dressed in green satin riding clothes. A beaded bolero jacket fitted over a white silk blouse.
Mickey was the best hurler in the barony, no mean performer on the violin, could dance the national bolero of "Tatter Jack Walsh" in a way that charmed more than one soft heart beneath a red woolsey bodice, and had, withal, the peculiar free-and-easy devil-may-care kind of off-hand Irish way that never deserted him in the midst of his wiliest and most subtle moments, giving to a very deep and cunning fellow all the apparent frankness and openness of a country lad.
"Well," thought I, "she at least has not recognized me." "And yet, Senhora," said I, half jestingly, "I have seen you join a bolero before now." "You evidently mistake me," was the reply, but in a voice so well feigned as almost to convince me she was right. "Nay, more," said I, "under your own fair auspices did I myself first adventure one." "Still in error, believe me; I am not known to you."
On the street the bolero and the domino girl were hurrying away as fast as they could. Meanwhile, the gray friar had overcome Del Mar, had bound and gagged him, and trust him into the closet. Then he wrote the note and laid it, with a rose from a vase, on Elaine's dressing-table before he, too, followed. More than ever I was at a loss to make it out.
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