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"What with your Esquimaux," she puffed tearfully, "and the immigrant who wasn't an immigrant and I must say this once, Carl, for all I promised to ask no further questions, that you never attempted to explain that performance to my satisfaction the young man with the eye, you know, and the immigrant with his feet on the lace spread to say nothing at all of Diane's losing herself in the flat-woods over a cart wheel of flame, I wonder I'm not crazy, I do indeed!
And he knew so well that the last relaxation of his almost terrified resistance would make him so entirely succumb to Diane's beauty and brilliancy, that he kept himself stiffly frigid and reserved. Diane never openly alluded to the terms on which he stood, but he often found gifts from unknown hands placed in his room.
Just as she had devoted herself to Diane, so now she devoted herself to Diane's daughter, and no first performance of a new dance of the Wielitzska's took place without Virginie's presence somewhere in the house. To-night, Lady Arabella had invited her into her box and Virginie was a quivering bundle of excitement. She rose from her seat at the back of the box as the newcomers entered.
A flush came into her cheek, and she twisted her fingers in embarrassment. "I wonder", she faltered, "if if you could let me have a little money? I shall need some, and and I haven't any." "Oh, my dear! my poor dear!" Mrs. Wappinger bustled away, crumpling the notes she found in her desk into a little ball, which she forced into Diane's hand.
While Amelie, at a sign from the maid, hooked the bodice behind, the woman brought out a pair of thread stockings, velvet boots, a shawl, and a bonnet. Amelie and the maid each drew on a stocking. "You are the loveliest creature I ever saw!" said Amelie, insidiously kissing Diane's elegant and polished knee with an eager impulse. "Madame has not her match!" cried the maid.
"'Then you shall open the bag whilst I breakfast, for I am famished. And, slipping his arm through Diane's he led her to the table. I settled myself on a stool near the window, whilst Diane gave his soup to the King, contenting herself with some fruit, which she picked at like a bird.
Of the many impressions produced by a year of Diane's residence beneath his roof, none perplexed him more than her detachment. Moreover, it was a detachment as difficult to comprehend in quality as to define in words. There was in her attitude nothing of the retreating nymph or of the self-effacing sufferer. She took her place equally without obtrusiveness and without affectation.
And Diane's voice whispered in his ear. "Not you, Jack!" she said eagerly. "Leave it to me; I I can save him Jake." "Jake?" "Yes." She was gone, and in an instant returned with the lighted kitchen lamp, which she held aloft as she rushed into the room. Tresler was taken utterly by surprise. The girl's movements were so sudden, so unexpected, and her words so strange.
And falling asleep with the laughing demon of wind and melody cascading wildly through the mad scene from Lucia, she dreamt that Carl had captured an Esquimau with his flute and weaving a suit of basket armor for him, had dispatched him by aeroplane to lead Diane's gypsy cart into the Everglades of Florida, the home-state of Norman Westfall until his ill-fated marriage.
"What way?" There was a world of fear and anxiety in Diane's question, and she drew up close to him as though she would protect him with her own frail body. Tresler shrugged. "I don't know. But it doesn't matter; I have my plans arranged. The thing that is of more importance is the fact that the night-riders are abroad again. I saw them on my way here. At the same spot where I saw them before.
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