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"Tell me," he said, "and be perfectly frank about it what is it you see in Brayle that rouses such a spirit of antagonism in you?" "If I give you a straight answer, such as I feel to be the truth in myself, will you be offended?" I asked. He shook his head. "No" he answered "I shall not be offended.
"Oh, believe me, they are no more practical now than they ever were!" averred Santoris, laughing. "There's as much romance in the modern world as in the ancient; the human heart has the same passions, but they are more deeply suppressed and therefore more dangerous. And love holds the same eternal sway so does jealousy." Dr. Brayle looked up.
Harland, half laughingly "you had better be careful to put it all down. The collar according to Santoris belonged to Dr. Brayle when his personality was that of an Italian nobleman residing in Florence about the year 1537 he wore it on one unfortunate occasion when he murdered a man, and the jewels have not had much of a career since that period. Now they have come back into his possession "
From his point of view the officer does not observe the rifle; the man was apparently killed by the fall of the building. "Dead a week," said the officer curtly, moving on and absently pulling out his watch as if to verify his estimate of time. Six o'clock and forty minutes. The best soldier of our staff was Lieutenant Herman Brayle, one of the two aides-de-camp.
Brayle " I told him how the lovers used to meet in secret, the poor hunted things! how he that great artist he patronised came to her room from the garden entrance at night, and how they talked for hours behind the rose-trees in the avenue and she she! I hated her because I thought you loved her YOU!" and again she turned to Dr.
Swinton was concerned, he was comfortably wrapped up in a pachydermatous hide of self-appreciation, so that he thought nothing about me one way or the other except as a guest of his patrons, and one therefore to whom he was bound to be civil. But with Dr. Brayle it was otherwise. I was a puzzle to him, and after a brief study of me an annoyance.
I saw, however, that he spoke in this way hoping to move me to an answering argument for the amusement of himself and the other two men present, and therefore I did what was incumbent upon me to do in such a situation held my peace. Dr. Brayle watched me curiously, and poor Catherine Harland turned her plaintive eyes upon me full of alarm.
Brayle was in almost constant attendance upon her. A vague sense of discomfort pervaded the whole atmosphere of the yacht, she was a floating palace filled with every imaginable luxury, yet now she seemed a mere tawdry upholsterer's triumph compared with the exquisite grace and taste of the 'Dream' and I was eager to be away from her.
Brayle, I soon perceived, lent himself to this attitude, and I did not like the covert gleam of his mahogany-coloured eyes as he glanced rapidly from father to daughter in the pauses of conversation, watching them as narrowly as a cat might watch a couple of unwary mice. The secretary, Mr.
Here he spoke slowly and with marked meaning "For it IS an inevitable union! as inevitable as that of two electrons which, after spinning in space for certain periods of time, rush together at last and remain so indissolubly united that nothing can ever separate them." "And then?" queried Dr. Brayle, with an ironical air. "Then? Why, everything is possible then!
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