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Updated: May 29, 2025
Hermia's cover for the night assured, Markham had accepted the invitation, and now, all care banished for at least twelve hours, they sat in great good fellowship before the fire, listening to Cleofonte's tales of the road. They forgave him much for his good heart and at appropriate moments led in applause of his prowess and achievements.
She is quite as sure that I am your companion moment as though she had seen me in the Signor Cleofonte's roulotte." "Then if she is so sure," he asked with excellent logic, "why should she make so much bother about it?" Hermia laughed. "The mere fact that she is making a bother about it is significance in itself.
The streets were gay with people, the market-place showed a number of booths, tents and canvas enclosures within which performances were already in progress. The Fabiani family was late in arriving, but a spot was found, between the sword-swallower and the Circassian lady, which suited Cleofonte's purpose.
Maurice and supped and slept near Tourouvre, in the heart of a primeval forest of oaks and pines. Philidor and Yvonne had followed close upon the steps of Tomasso the bear, keeping, so to speak, under the shadow of Cleofonte's protecting wing.
They walked along as rapidly as Clarissa's gait would allow, for the tiny beast, never precipitate at the best of times, found the darkness little to her liking and pattered along with evident reluctance, mindful of the truss of hay only half eaten which she had left under Cleofonte's hospitable lights.
"Voil, Mademoiselle, your sheets have been airing all day. I hope you fill find the mattress to your liking." "But where will you sleep?" "Here; nearby in Cleofonte's blanket." She drew her long coat around her. "You're a masterful person," she laughed. "What would happen if I refused to obey?" "An immovable object would encounter an irresistible force." She smiled and stretched herself out.
Indeed, she was making herself very much at home, and to Philidor's chagrin insisted upon examining the Signora's knives and torches, the heavy weights of Cleofonte, the chains and the larger fragments of the stone which Luigi had broken on Cleofonte's chest. It was all very interesting. Then she sat upon a bench, her glance still roving restlessly, lighting at last upon the house wagon.
Philidor stopped in the dressing tent and spoke a few words to the Signora, made his way across the arena, peering over Cleofonte's shoulder, and then, his course of action chosen, slipped quickly into his accustomed place outside. "Dix sous, Messieurs et Dames!" he shouted. "The greatest act of this or any age the Famille Fabiani, the world renowned acrobats, jugglers and strong man!
The enclosure was already filled, so he closed the entrance flap and mounted guard over it and Olga stood beside him, her glance passing swiftly from one object to another. Cleofonte's bout with Tomasso was more than usually dramatic, but her eyes roved toward the dressing tent, eyeing with an uncommon interest the Signora when she appeared.
But the more he considered what Hermia had said to him, the more definite became the impression that Olga Tcherny had fallen upon some clew to Hermia's whereabouts that she had expected to find her as Hermia had said in Cleofonte's house-wagon. He knew something of Olga and had a wholesome respect for her intelligence.
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