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It was very high and large, but looked elegantly light, and it was drawn by a pair of superb Russian horses, jet-black, full of fiery spirit, matched to a hair, and with such grand action that it was an æsthetic pleasure to look upon them moving. Sitting alone in the front of the phaeton was the man who, almost immediately, was to draw Isaacson's attention to the terrace. He was Mahmoud Baroudi.
And once or twice she wondered what had been the exact truth of the quarrel with Isaacson. But, at any rate, it had not been the truth in which she was concerned. And she was too frightfully intent upon herself to-day to be very curious, even about Isaacson's relations with her husband. He was gone, and gone without having tried to destroy her. That was enough.
We might go and speak to her. If she doesn't ask us to sit down, we can go into the hall and have a cigar." "Very well." There was neither alacrity nor reluctance in Meyer Isaacson's voice, but if there had been, Armine would probably not have noticed it. When he was intent on a thing, he saw little but that one thing. Now he paid the bill, tipped the waiter, and got up.
But he would no doubt also see Mrs. Armine; and if Isaacson's instinct were not utterly astray in a wilderness of absurdity and error she would make more use of Hassan than he ever could. The dragoman's face bore the sign-manual of treachery stamped upon it. And Mrs. Armine would be more clever in using treachery than Isaacson. He appreciated her talent at its full value.
In that brief moment of hesitation the words had gone through Isaacson's mind: "I ought to have been here sooner."
Now Isaacson's imagination awoke, and led his mind down paths that were dim and eerie. The blue jewel that hung in air seemed like the cruel eye of a beautiful woman that was watching him as he walked. He felt as if Bella Donna had mounted upon a tower to spy out his progress in the night. With this fancy he played a sort of horrible game, until deep in his mind a conviction grew that Mrs.
He could almost see Bella Donna fighting the young man's dawning resolution with every weapon she had. "Indeed she has!" he assented, without a touch of irony. "Ah! Any man must feel it. At the same time, really she is a wreck now." Isaacson's almost feminine intuition had evidently not betrayed him.
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