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Oh, if I were lying there instead of Genevra, it would be so much better, so much better." There was sobbing now, in a moaning, plaintive way which touched Wilford tenderly, and smoothing her tangled hair, he said: "I would not exchange my Katy for all the Genevras in the world. She was never as dear to me as you. I was but a boy, and did not know my mind when I met her.
But listen, Genevra see, my eyes call you darling even though my lips dare not Genevra, I'd give my soul to hear you say that you will be my wife. You do understand how it is with me?" The delicious sense of possession thrilled her; she glowed with the return of her self-esteem, in the restoration of that quality which proclaimed her a princess of the blood. She was sure of him now!
I wonder does Wilford know," and then there came over her an intense desire for Wilford to come home, a desire which was not lessened when she returned to Katy's room and heard her talking of Genevra and the grave at St. Mary's "where nobody was buried." In a tremor of distress, lest she should betray something which Morris must not know, Mrs.
The wind swept the thin, swishing raindrops across the gallery on both sides of her position. He came up from behind. She was startled by the sound of his voice saying "good-morning." "Hollingsworth," she said drearily, "do you believe he will come to-day?" "He?" he asked, puzzled. "My uncle. The yacht was to call for me not later than to-day." "I remember," he said slowly. "It may come, Genevra.
Sometimes I feel that I will not be strong enough to do it, Genevra." "But Paris is huge, Hollingsworth," she argued, insistently, an eager, impelling light in her eyes. "We would be as far apart as if the ocean were between us." "Ah, but would we?" he demanded.
They were standing in a long, low room, the walls of which reeked with dampness and gave out a noxious odour. A single electric light provided a faint, almost unnatural light. Selim raised a lighted lantern as he led Chase through the squat door. Behind Genevra were enormous casks, a dozen or more, reaching almost to the ceiling.
The last glow of sunset, reflected in the western sky, fell upon the tall figure of the Englishman in the mouth of the cavern. Tragedy seemed to be waiting to cast its mantel about him from behind. "Good-bye, Genevra, my Princess," said Chase softly, and then was off with Britt and Selim.
He felt that Genevra was still looking into his eyes, even when the launch crept up under the walls of the distant ship. Slowly the great vessel got under way. The American cruiser was already low on the horizon. There was a single shot from the King's Own: a reverberating farewell! Hollingsworth Chase turned away at last. There were tears in his eyes and there were tears in those of Mr. Bowles.
Smoothing his pillow, and arranging the bedclothes tidily about him, Marian turned to meet the eyes of both Mr. Cameron and Bell fixed curiously upon her. With a strange feeling of interest they had watched her, both feeling an aversion to addressing her, and both wondering if she were indeed Genevra, as Katy had affirmed.
To this he was prompted by Esther's having suggested Silverton, as the place where her mistress had possibly been, and taking warning by his past experience with Genevra, he resolved to give Katy the benefit of every doubt, to investigate closely, before taking the decisive step, which even while Tom Tubbs was talking to him had flashed into his mind.
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