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Dean, who was "studying" him in the same sort of pertinacious way in which that learned little man studied everything. "A friend of yours, Denzil?" he inquired. "Yes," responded Murray readily; "a very great friend Dr. Maxwell Dean. Dr. Dean, let me introduce to you Armand Gervase; I need not explain him further!" "You need not, indeed!" said the doctor, with a ceremonious bow.
He stood aside and let the little group pass him by: the Princess Ziska moving with her floating, noiseless grace, Denzil Murray beside her, the little Nubian boy waving the peacock-plumes in front of them both, and all the other enslaved admirers of this singularly attractive woman crowding together behind.
Northway could gain nothing by betrayal of the secret which he believed to be no secret at all. With show of indifference, he accepted what was obtainable. "Then come and drive with me into the town," said Denzil. Thereupon he stepped out and entered the sitting-room, where the two women were together. They looked eager inquiry, and he smiled. "Managed, I think. He goes with me.
You say you know the woman, then produce her there's no time to be lost. The poll closes in four hours. If you make such statements, prove them. It isn't playing the game do you think so, messieurs?" he added to the crowd which had grown in numbers. At that moment a man came running from the en trance towards Carnac. It was Denzil.
I must go back to the Front as soon as I am fit, and I could not have borne to go without seeing you, darling one." They had a hundred things to say to each other about themselves and about the baby, and the next hour was very sacred and wonderful. Denzil was a superlatively perfect lover and knew the immense value of tender words.
A few moments later, Carnac's father came sliding down the bank, a rope in his hands, some workmen remaining above. "What's the matter here?" he asked. "A fall, eh! Dang little fool now, you are a dang little fool, and you know it, Denzil." He nodded to his boy, then he raised the wounded man's head and shoulders, and slipped the noose over until it caught under his arms.
I think yes, I think it might possibly frighten Miss Murray." Helen raised her eyes to his, but said nothing. "Oh, by Jove!" murmured Lord Fulkeward, feeling his moustache as usual. "Then don't you come, Miss Murray. We'll tell you all about it afterwards." "I have no curiosity on the subject," she said a trifle coldly. "Denzil, you will find me in the drawing-room. I have a letter to write home."
Denzil saw Barode Barouche leave the house with grim concern and talking hard to Paul Marmette. He knew the way they would go, so he fell behind a tree, and saw them start for the place where they could order a cab. Then he followed them. Looking at his watch he saw that, if they got a cab, they would get to the station before the train started, and he wondered how he could retard Barouche.
"Introduce me," he said in a commanding tone to Denzil. Denzil looked at him, somewhat startled by the suppressed passion in his voice. "Certainly. Princess, permit me!" She paused, a figure of silent grace and attention. "Allow me to present to you my friend, Armand Gervase, the most famous artist in France Gervase, the Princess Ziska."
A tiger balked of his prey is not an agreeable beast; a strong man deprived of the woman he passionately desires is a little less agreeable even than the tiger. But let us adopt the policy of laissez-faire. Nothing is decided; the fair one cares for neither of us; let us be friends until she makes her choice." "We cannot be friends," said Denzil, sternly. "Good!
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