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He manoeuvered for an invitation to the gray cottage and secured it with suspicious ease; called, and had a glass of most excellent wine in his host's simplest of bachelor living-rooms; made the closer acquaintance of Boris he didn't care for dogs and of self-contained, dark-faced Daoud, Mr. Jelnik's East Indian man-servant; and came home dissatisfied and determined.
And then I was walking down a path bordered with Lombardy poplars; and then I was sitting on a couch in Mr. Jelnik's living-room, while he bathed my face with scented water, and afterward held a small glass to my lips. The fluid I swallowed went tingling through my whole body like friendly fire. I stole a woman-glance around the room that The Author had been so anxious to investigate.
"You inherited this property from an old aunt, I believe?" "She wasn't my aunt, really. She married my mother's uncle, Johnny Scarlett." "I see. And Jelnik's mother was a Miss Hynds. How long has he been here?" "For some time before we came." "Near neighbor of yours?" "Yes," Alicia put in; "and Doctor Richard Geddes is our neighbor on the other side. His grandmother was a Miss Hynds."
I loved the friendly trees waving in the good wind, I blessed the friendly stars. We stopped at Mr. Jelnik's house, and the man Daoud appeared in answer to a low-voiced summons and fetched me a most beautiful shawl, which I found extremely comfortable.
Jelnik's gray cottage, set amid Lombardy poplars and thick shrubberies, was some distance away, and we didn't know whether Doctor Geddes was at home or not. It is true we had firearms, a pair of pistols having been literally forced upon us by the doctor, who fretted and fumed about our staying there alone. Both of us were more afraid of those pistols than of any possible ghostly intruder.
Jelnik is Doctor Jelnik's son." "What!" shrieked The Author. And with unfeigned amazement: "In the name of high heaven, what is Jelnik's son doing here?" "Mr. Jelnik's mother was a Miss Hynds. She met and married your doctor abroad." That sixth sense possessed by him to an unusual degree, warned him that he was on the trail of Copy. "May I ask questions?" he demanded. "Of course."
Nicholas Jelnik, if you please. It was Mrs. Scarlett's wish that you should be fully informed concerning Mr. Jelnik's antecedents, that you might be on your guard." "Against Mr. Jelnik? But, good heavens, why? Why?" I was beginning to get angry. "Let me see: I am to make myself odious to Mr.
"Oh, Sophy, sometimes I could wish we had never come to Hynds House!" "It had to be," I said dully. "And The Author?" ventured Alicia, after a pause. "He thinks you belong to him by right of discovery. He doesn't accept Mr. Jelnik's announcement as final. He told me this morning that his offer stood until you actually married somebody else.
Achmet, there is no stranger around?" "We are alone," said the black man, quietly. Both of them seemed astonished and concerned. Reassured, I drew forth the heavy buckskin bag and placed it in Nicholas Jelnik's hands. "From Hynds House and me and oh, Nicholas, from Beautiful Dog, too!" I said, and laughed and cried. For the moment he didn't understand.
The Author closed the door and leaned against it. His piercing glance jumped from Nicholas Jelnik's face to mine, with a prolonged and savage scrutiny. No detail of my appearance escaped him my reddened eyelids, my pallor, my nervousness, my dishevelment. His eyes narrowed, his jaw hardened. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, roughly. "Come! At least one may hope for the truth from you!" Mr.
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