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The gypsey held her close to him for a moment, his heart beating against hers, and then he turned away his head. "I love you, Kaya; I love you! Kiss me of your own will. I can't force you how can I? Your hands are struggling in mine, but they are soft like the down on a bird's breast! Some day you will come to me, Kaya, some day when you love me too. When ah!

The people are all right. "He had come there, where he was not known, in a native prau, and had managed, with his sedate manner and the exactly right kind of yarn he knew how to tell to the natives, to ingratiate himself with the chief man. "'The Orang Kaya has given me that empty house there to live in as long as I will stay, added Bamtz. "'Do it, Davy, cried the woman suddenly.

It is because I am old now and my hair is grey, and you are a child. I must seem to you like your father, Kaya." "No," said the girl quickly, "not my father! He was hard and cruel; he was a friend of the Tsar. I I never loved him." "Nor me," cried the Kapellmeister hoarsely, "Nor me!"

"I'm not much of a nurse," he said, "You will have to put up with some awkwardness, child; but there raise your head a little, so and lean on my shoulder! Now drink!" Kaya swallowed a few drops of the brandy. "That is enough," she said faintly. "No. Drink!" He held the glass to her lips, and she obeyed him, for his hands were strong and his eyes compelled her.

"Du himmlische Güte!" exclaimed the Kapellmeister, "If the bird isn't trying its wings! Behüte, child!" He put a strong arm about her, looking down at her sternly and shaking his head: "Do you call this obedience?" he said grimly, "I thought I told you not to leave that couch alone eh?" "Don't scold me," said Kaya, "I feel so well to-day, and there is something leaping in my throat.

As I told you before, I have thwarted his plans more than once. When he hears that it is I who have warned the Orang Kaya against him, he will pursue me to the death, and and I must not meet him." "Indeed!" exclaimed Nigel, with renewed surprise. But the hermit took no note of the exclamation. Anxiety had given place to a frown, and his eyes were fixed on the ground.

He had long, light hair and fur about his shoulders, and he was big and splendid to look at in his youth and his wrath. He was threatening Mime, and the dwarf was muttering and cursing. Beyond was the pit with the orchestra, the footlights, the House. Kaya listened, and her thoughts went back to St. Petersburg and the class of Helmanoff.

When it finally opened, it was Ritter who came out. He strode hastily across the Stage, nodding shortly as if aware that the ripple of applause was not for him; then he took his place on the Conductor's stand with his back to the House, and waited, the baton between his fingers. The door opened again. Kaya covered her eyes for a moment, and a little thrill went through her veins.

The gypsey took a step forward towards the other step, and all of a sudden two bodies came together, grappling, wrestling. Two cries went up, the one loud, the other faint like an echo. "Hush, it is I, Velasco! You are soft like a woman! Your hair It is you, Kaya! It is you! I know your voice your touch! Did you hear the lamp crash? Wait! Let me light a candle."

The Kapellmeister went to the window and laid his hand where the dove had been, pressing the slender shoulder and forcing her to turn. "I want you," he said, "Now this morning! I have come for you!" Kaya rose to her feet slowly: "To sit aloft in the flies and sing while Siegfried seeks me?" She smiled up at him; "You have come for your bird?" "No." Her eyes searched his.

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