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Updated: June 9, 2025
And she decided, with some wisdom, not to submit herself to the scrutiny of Paul Deulin again. Mr. Mangles had not finished his excellent cigar; and although Miss Mangles did not feel disposed for another of those long, innocent-looking Russian cigarettes offered by Deulin, she had still some views of value to be pressed upon the notice of the inferior sex.
"In times of stress one finds out one's friends, because the others are forgotten. I will say a word to Mangles, if you like." "Yes," answered Wanda, sitting back in the cab so that on one should see her "yes, do that." "Odd people women are," said Deulin to himself, as he hurried up-stairs.
"If I did not know that you had broken your heart more than once long ago," he began. But Deulin interrupted him. "Only once," he put in, with a short, hard laugh. "Well, only once, then. I should say that you had fallen in love with Wanda." "Ah!" said Deulin, lightly, "that is an old affair. That happened when she used to ride upon my shoulder.
"I would sooner be a dog," answered Deulin, with a shake of the shoulders, as if Care had climbed into the saddle behind him. "Sooner a dog." By these ways they reached the station, and there found a messenger to take the horses to their stable.
"One must not be seen looking over one's neighbor's wall that is the first commandment of diplomacy." "Then why are you here?" asked the prince, abruptly, with his rough laugh. And Paul Deulin suddenly lost his temper. He sat bolt upright in his chair, and banged his two hands down on the arms of it so that the dust flew out.
But well, one would be a fool not to take advantage of every mishap to one's enemy." Deulin help up one hand in a gesture imploring silence. "Thin ice!" he said, warningly. "Bah!" laughed the other. "You and your thin ice! I am no diplomatist a man who is afraid to look over a wall." "No. Only a man who prefers to find out what is on the other side by less obvious means," corrected the Frenchman.
You must know that we have just come out of a sleeping-car!" "You always look, mademoiselle, as if you had come straight from heaven," answered Deulin, looking at Miss Cahere, whose hand was at her hair. It was pretty hair and a pretty, slim, American hand. But she did not seem to hear, for she had turned away quickly and was speaking to her uncle.
He was fingering his stick with his right hand in an odd manner, and walked with his head half turned, as if listening for footsteps behind him. Suddenly he swung round on his heels, facing the direction from which they had just come. Two men were racing up the street, making but little noise on the pavement. "Any coming from the other side?" asked Deulin. "No."
It was only natural that he was loath to go; for he was turning his back on danger, and few men worthy of the name do that with alacrity, whatever their nationality may be; for gameness is not solely a British virtue, as is supposed in English public schools. Suddenly Deulin turned round and shook hands. "Don't know when we shall next meet. Take care of yourself. Good-bye."
And he had need to, for through the paddock gate the crowd was densely packed and he was charging into it on a maddened horse beyond control. Deulin was nearer, and therefore the first to get to the horse; but Cartoner's greater weight came an instant later, and the horse's head was down.
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