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From Warburton's dramatic entrance upon the scene to Karloff's first movement, scarce a minute had passed, though to the girl and her father an eternity seemed to come and go. Karloff was a brave man. Upon the instant of his recovery, he sprang toward Warburton, silently and with predetermination: he must regain some fragment of those plans.
"The moment for that has gone by." "Very well." Karloff's shoulders settled; his jaws became aggressively angular; some spirit of his predatory forebears touched his face here and there, hardening it. "I wish to speak in regard to your daughter." "Enough! Take my honor and be gone!" The colonel's voice was loud and rasping.
Warburton did not even raise his hands this time. So they stood, their faces within a hand's span of each other, the one smiling coldly, the other in the attitude of striking a blow. Karloff's hand fell unexpectedly, but not on the man in front of him. "Good God, no! a gentleman does not strike a lackey! Stand aside, stand aside!"
Supposing I loved you as violently and passionately as you love this girl?" "Madam," hastily and with gentleness, "do not say anything which may cause me to blush for you; say nothing you may regret to-morrow." "I am a woman of circumspection. My suppositions are merely argumentative. Do you realize, Count, that I could force you to marry me?" Karloff's astonishment could not be equaled.
She kissed his hand and drew it lovingly across her cheek. Then she rose and moved toward the light. She studied the note carefully. There was nothing on it save Karloff's writing and her father's and the red imprint of the bank's cancelation. Out of the window and beyond she saw James leading the horses to the watering trough.
No, it is not for you to judge me; only God has the right to do that." "I am only a groom," said Warburton, simply. "What I have heard I shall forget." Ah, had he but looked at the girl's face then! A change came over Karloff's countenance; his shoulders drooped; the melancholy fire died out of his face and eyes.
Supposing he had spilled the hot liquid down Karloff's back, or poured out a glass of burgundy for himself and drained it before them all, or slapped his late colonel on the back and asked him the state of his liver? It was maddening, and he marveled at his escape. There hadn't been a real mishap. The colonel had only scowled at him; he was safe.
I am doing this crazy thing, as you call it, because it is going to make me rather happy. I shall disappear Monday. They may or they may not suspect who has come to their aid. They may even trace the thing to you; but you will be honor-bound to reveal nothing. When you have taken up the note, mail it to Annesley. You will find Count Karloff's name on it." "Karloff?" I was in utter darkness. "Yes.
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