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Turn to him, Clo look up give him your hand. Y-you loved him once, I think, and you were right quite r-right. You can t-trust Beverley, Clo g-give him your hand." "No, no!" cried Cleone, and, snatching her fingers from Barrymaine's clasp, she turned away. "What you w-won't?" "No never, never!" "Why not? Answer me! Speak, I tell you!"
I came here to look for Happiness and, thank God, I've found it! You will be married from my house in Berkeley Square, of course. He is a great fool, Cleone, this Barnabas of ours give him a horse and armor and he would have been a very knightly fool.
"Why, Barnabas," cried the Duchess, as Cleone and he stepped out of the shadow, "what's all this I hear about your horse, what is the meaning of it?" "That I must start for London to-night, Duchess." "Leave to-night? Absurd!" "And yet, madam, Cleone seems to think I must, and so does Viscount Devenham, see what he writes."
"And yet," said Barnabas, fronting him, white-faced, across the table, "I think I'm sure, there are four things you don't know. The first is that Lady Cleone has promised to marry me some day " "Go on to the next, liar!"
She opened wider her very wide black eyes. "Are you bats?" she said. "I'm going to marry you and take you home with me, if I have to carry you off like a partridge." "Cleone, I tell you the man means it!" "You're right, Blondey. I never meant anything more in my life." A sudden shortness of manner crept over Mr. Kahn. "Man, you're drunk!" he cried, springing to his feet. "See my glass!"
"Ha!" cried the Captain, "my dear fellow, we're glad I say we're all of us glad to see you. Welcome to 'The Gables, eh, Clo?" And Cleone? With what gracious ease she greeted him! With what clear eyes she looked at him! With what demure dignity she gave him her white hand to kiss!
Go away, before I call for help before I call the grooms and stable-boys to whip you out into the road where you belong go, I say!" And frowning now, she stamped her foot, and pointed to the wall. Then Barnabas laughed softty, savagely, and, reaching out, caught her up in his long arms and crushed her to him. "Call if you will, Cleone," said he, "but listen first!
When you snatched her up in your arms, and I'll admit you did it very well, when you had her there, you should have covered her with burning kisses, and with an oath after each. Girls like Cleone need a little brutality and Ah! there's the Countess! And smiling at me quite lovingly, I declare! Now I wonder what rod she has in pickle for me? Dear me, sir, how dusty your coat is!
And gazing down upon these features, so dissimilar in expression, yet so strangely like in their beauty and lofty pride, Barnabas felt his heart leap, because of the long lashes that curled so black against the waxen pallor of the cheek; for in that moment he almost seemed to be back in the green, morning freshness of Annersley Wood, and upon his lips there breathed a name "Cleone."
"May I come with you, Cleone?" "No, sir, n-not while I'm here. Cleone, you go with him, or m-me, so choose!" "Oh, Ronald, take me home!" she breathed. So Barrymaine drew her arm through his and, turning his back on Barnabas, led her away. But, when they had gone a little distance, he frowned suddenly and came striding after them.
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