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She had passed one window now, and was near enough to see the jewels flash on the slender hand that hung over the chair-arm, and the glistening light on the embroidered Turkish slippers on his feet. Shading her brow with one hand, Dilama came forward, fell at those feet and kissed them. Still there was no movement, no sound.
And once more I say I am the Governor of New France. I have had the commission in my hands ever since I came back. But I have spoken of it to no one except your lover." "My husband!" she said steadily, crushing the handkerchief in her hand, which now rested upon the chair-arm. "Well, well, your husband after a fashion. I did not care to use this as an argument.
I had felt her shrink a little at the earlier part of my story, as if she feared that her own tale was to be brutally bared before her; but that soon passed, and she languidly tapped the chair-arm as the narrative continued. When it was finished, she leaned over slightly, and with these same fingers tapped my arm. I thrilled involuntarily. "He died, did he?" she said.
Shuddering and quivering, Blake sank back in the chair, with his left arm upraised across his face as if he were expectant of a crushing blow or sought to shut out some horrible sight. His right arm slipped limply down outside the chair-arm, and the empty glass dropped to the floor out of his relaxing fingers. Yet the lull in the contest was only momentary.
His eyes lit with laughter. "I reckon that can be arranged. Any percentage you think fair It will all be in the family, anyway." "I think that is one of the things about which we don't agree," she made answer softly, flashing him the proper look of inviting disdain from under her silken lashes. He leaned forward, elbow on the chair-arm and chin in hand. "We'll agree about it one of these days."
He was feeling rather resentful at everything, including Istra, as he finally knocked and heard her "Yes? Come in." There was in her room a wonderful being lolling in a wing-chair, one leg over the chair-arm; a young young man, with broken brown teeth, always seen in his perpetual grin, but a godlike Grecian nose, a high forehead, and bristly yellow hair.
He paused a moment, then said, "And you, you will be at the trial to report?" "Yes. I am going. Chris will go with me." "Ah!" The exclamation seemed involuntary. Bertrand's hand suddenly clenched hard upon the chair-arm. "You will take her to Valpré?" he questioned. "Probably not to the place itself," Mordaunt made answer. "I think she is not very anxious to go there.
There was at first a fury in Doltaire's face and a metallic hardness in his eyes, and I was sure he meant to pass his sword through the other's body; but after standing for a moment, death hanging on his sword-point, he quietly lowered his weapon, and, sitting on a chair-arm, looked curiously at Voban, as one might sit and watch a mad animal within a cage.
He turned more fully and leaned toward her, his elbow on her chair-arm. "Could you think that all these happy days with you have meant so little to me?... You've a poor opinion of me, indeed. Didn't I say in the beginning that you did not know how to be kind?" At his tone, the girl's breath came faster. She sat in silence pulling her long gloves between slim little hands.
Bruce looked up with his nicest smile and laid his strong hand over hers on his chair-arm. "You're very much worth while now to me, Patsy dear," he said with genuine affection. "I'm not looking ahead to those future days. Who knows whether the success, when it comes, will make you nearer to us, or will take you far away " She broke in eagerly with her hand pressed on her quickly beating heart.
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