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I can only say that, but I can't give you my reason for stopping him. I wished to tell you that it was not fear." "I believe I know that you are fearless," he said with an unusual warmth. "You are sure that I don't understand you?" "Remember the refrain of the Freed Negroes' song!" "Ah, yes those black fellows. But I know something of you, Miss Enfilden yes, I do."
"By their own souls." "I am not afraid," she said quietly. "Need you tell me that? Miss Enfilden, I scarcely know why I have said even as little as I have said. For I am, as you know, a fatalist. But certain people, very few, so awaken our regard that they make us forget our own convictions, and might even lead us to try to tamper with the designs of the Almighty.
"Miss Enfilden thought I could not sit a horse, Monsieur, unlike you. Forgive me for saying that you are almost more dare-devil than the Arabs themselves. I saw you the other day set your stallion at the bank of the river bed. I did not think any horse could have done it, but you knew better." "I did not know at all," said Androvsky. "I had not ridden for over twenty years until that day."
The fatigue caused by a rough sea journey, and, perhaps, the consciousness that she would have to be dressed before dawn to catch the train for Beni-Mora, prevented Domini Enfilden from sleeping. There was deep silence in the Hotel de la Mer at Robertville. The French officers who took their pension there had long since ascended the hill of Addouna to the barracks.
"That voice said 'No." "It was a lying voice." "Perhaps." They looked in at the window and met the ferocious eyes of the dog. "And if I never come back will he bay the moon for his old master?" said the Count with a whimsical, yet sad, smile. "I put him here. And will these trees, many of which I planted, whisper a regret? Absurd, isn't it, Miss Enfilden?
He took the letter, and at once a vivid expression of excitement shone in his eyes. When he had read it there was a glow upon his face as if the flames of a fire played over it. "Miss Enfilden," he said, "will you think me very discourteous if I leave you for a moment? The messenger who brought this has come from far and starts to-day on his return journey.
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