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"Crude, yes, and very coarse, but, as I said before, he is young what, are you going?" "Yes no. Pray find my guardian and bring him to me." "First, tell me I may see you again, Cleone, before I leave for London?" "Yes," said Cleone, after a momentary hesitation. Thereafter came the tread of Mr. Chichester's feet upon the gravel, soft and deliberate, like his voice.
"It is beautiful!" sighed Barnabas. "Mm! You told me that in Annersley Wood, sir." "You haven't forgotten, then?" "Oh, no," answered Cleone, shaking her head, "but I would have you more original, you see, so many men have told me that.
Now at this moment it was that Cleone, yet kneeling beside Barrymaine, chanced to espy a crumpled piece of paper that lay within a yard of her, and thus, half unwitingly, she reached out and took it up, glanced at it with vague eyes, then started, and knitting her black brows, read these words: My Dear Barnabas, The beast has discovered me.
Now, as he finished reading, Barnabas frowned, tore the letter across in sudden fury, and looked up to find Cleone frowning also: "You have torn my letter!" "Abominable!" said Barnabas fiercely. "How dared you?" "It is the letter of a coward and weakling!" "My brother, sir!" "Half-brother." "And you insult him!" "He would sell you to a " Barnabas choked. "Mr. Chichester is my brother's friend."
Barnabas hesitated, and glanced toward Cleone, but her face was hidden in the shadow of her hood, wherefore his look presently wandered to the finger-post, near by, upon whose battered sign he read the words: "Sir," said he, "I would, most gratefully, but that I start for London at once." Yet while he spoke, he frowned blackly at the finger-post, as though it had been his worst enemy.
I said to you that my wife should come to me immaculate fortune's spoiled darling though she be, petted, wooed, pampered though she is, and, by God, so you shall! For I love you, Cleone, and if I live, I will some day call you 'wife, in spite of all your lovers, and all the roses that ever bloomed. Now, Cleone, call them if you will." So saying he set her down and freed her from his embrace.
"Certainly, your Grace I say by all means, mam." "Very well, then I'll begin. Listen both of you. Captain Chumly, being a bachelor and consequently an authority on marriage, has, very properly, chosen whom his ward must marry; he has quite settled and arranged it all, haven't you, Jack?" "Quite, mam, quite." "Thus, Cleone is saved all the bother and worry of choosing for herself, you see, Mr.
Yes, indeed, the perfume of the roses was full of intoxication to-night; the murmurous brook whispered of things scarce dreamed of; and the waning moon was bright enough to show the look in her eyes and the quiver of her mouth as Barnabas stooped above her. "Cleone!" he whispered, "Cleone can you do you love me? Oh, my white lady, my woman that I love, do you love me?"
"I did not spy upon you," cried Barnabas, stung at last, "or if I did, God knows it was well intended." "How, sir?" "I remembered the last time we three were together, in Annersley Wood." Here my lady shivered and hid her face. "And now, you gave him the rose! Do you want the love of this man, Cleone?"
Then Ronald Barrymaine looked up and, seeing Barnabas, struggled to his knees: "Beverley!" he exclaimed, "oh, thank God! You'll save her from that d-devil I tried to kill him, b-but he was too quick for me. But you you'll save her!" "What do you mean? Is it Cleone? What do you mean speak!" said Barnabas, beginning to tremble. "Yes, yes!" muttered Barrymaine, passing a hand across his brow.
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