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Heatherbloom's eyes rested on it apathetically, then with a sudden flash of interest; a faint but heavy perfume emanated from the silky filament. It was darkish in hue brown, he should say; the Russian woman was partial to that color. The thought came to him quickly; he stood bewildered. What if it were hers?
"Make for the nearest American port. How far is it?" Mr. Heatherbloom's prompting whisper was audible only to his excellency. "Five hours," came over the wire. Mr. Heatherbloom experienced a thrill of satisfaction. They were nearer the coast than he had supposed. He knew the yacht had been taking a southerly course; he had considered that when the bold idea came to act as he was doing.
The bubbles seethed around Mr. Heatherbloom's legs; unmindful of them or the shifting sands beneath foot, he strode straight as might be for the shore. His burden was not a heavy one but it seemed very still and unyielding. Around Sonia Turgeinov's rich lips a mocking smile seemed to play; she arose at once. "How charming! How very gallant!" she murmured.
"Come on!" repeated Mr. Heatherbloom softly. The nobleman sprang, instead, the other way, but he did not reach what he sought. Mr. Heatherbloom's arm described an arc; the application was made with expert skill and effectiveness. His excellency swayed, relaxed, and, this time, remained where he fell. Mr.
Because she wished to save the hot-headed nobleman from committing a deed of violence a crime, even if he should learn? The reason mattered little. In Mr. Heatherbloom's mind his excellency's last words all they portended excluded now consideration of all else.
In fact, it wouldn't have been an adequate composition at all without him; no, indeed! And something rose in Mr. Heatherbloom's throat; one of his eyes or was it both of them? seemed a little misty. That confounded soap! It was strong; a bit of it in the corner of the eyes made one blink.
"I heard her tell him so myself," she said succinctly. "That she could never marry him and that he must never come back." Mr. Heatherbloom's hand crumpled the newspaper; then mechanically he folded it and put it in his pocket. His look was once more bent outward; tiny specks, that were big steamboats going very fast, seemed motionless on the sparkling surface of the water afar.
"No; the prince isn't coming back to America, and she Miss Dalrymple isn't going to marry him!" Jane's voice, running on rather at random, suddenly with unusual force penetrated Mr. Heatherbloom's consciousness. "Not going isn't What are you talking about?" The young man's wavering attention focused itself on her now with swift completeness.
Heatherbloom's veins; he did not come about; he did not try to. Now it was too late! That ladder! he would seize it as they swept by. Closer his boat ran; a swirl of water caught him, threw him from his course. He made a frantic effort to regain it but without avail. The big steel bow of the great boat struck and overwhelmed the little craft.
The prince, seemingly acquiescent, but with a dangerous glitter in his eyes, moved toward the telephone. "One moment!" The nobleman stopped with his hand near a receiver. His fingers trembled. "You will speak in French. A syllable of Russian, just one, and " Mr. Heatherbloom's expression left no doubt as to his meaning. "Dog!" His excellency's swollen face became the hue of paper.
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