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He hesitated a moment, however, for he had not determined exactly how far it was necessary to acquaint Keyork with the circumstances, and he was anxious to avoid all reference to Unorna's folly in regard to himself. The Individual returned, bringing, with other things, a drinking-glass for the Wanderer. Keyork filled it and then filled his own.
Many a time, unknown to Keyork and once to his knowledge, she had roused the sleeper to speak, and on the whole he had spoken truly, wisely, and well. She lacked neither the less courage to die, nor the greater to live.
He was dressed entirely in a black robe of the nature of a kaftan, gathered closely round his waist by a black girdle, and fitting tightly over his stalwart shoulders. "His discretion is beyond all doubt," Keyork answered, "and for the best of all reasons. He is totally deaf and dumb and absolutely illiterate. I brought him years ago in Astrakhan, of a Russian friend.
"You are very nervous to-night," observed Keyork, as he opened the door. Then he went silently down the stairs by her side and helped her into the carriage, which had been waiting since his return. A month had passed since the day on which Unorna had first seen the Wanderer, and since the evening when she had sat so long in conversation with Keyork Arabian.
Yes, I have just left her. It is like a breath of spring morning to go there in these days." "You find it refreshing?" "Yes. There is something about her that I could describe as soothing, if I were aware of ever being irritable, which I am not." Keyork smiled and looked down, trying to dislodge a bit of ice from the pavement with the point of his stick. "Soothing yes. That is just the expression.
"But you did not expect me to keep my word," said Keyork, slipping from his seat on the table with considerable agility and suddenly standing close before her. "And do you not yet know that when I say a thing I do it, and that when I have got a thing I keep it?" "So far as the latter point is concerned, I have nothing to say.
Israel Kafka has lost his head completely. He has sworn to kill Unorna, and is at the present moment confined in the conservatory in her house." The effect of the announcement upon Keyork was so extraordinary that the Wanderer started, not being prepared for any manifestation of what seemed to be the deepest emotion.
He felt no awkwardness in the long silence. Unorna for the first time in her life felt that she had not full control of her faculties. She who was always so calm, so thoroughly mistress of her own powers, whose judgment Keyork Arabian could deceive, but whose self-possession he could not move, except to anger, was at the present moment both weak and unbalanced.
"She is gone out," the portress replied. "Gone out? Where? Alone?" "With a lady who was here last night a lady with unlike eyes " "Where? Where? Where are they gone?" asked Keyork hardly able to find breath. "The lady bade the coachman drive her home but where she lives " "Home? To Unorna's home? It is not true! I see it in your eyes. Witch! Hag! Let me in! Let me in, I say!
I was born there, and there my mother died and my father, before I knew them; it is a sad place! Meanwhile, I may have thirty years, or forty, or even more to live. Shall I go on living this wandering, aimless life? And if not what shall I do? Love, says Keyork Arabian who never loved anything but himself, but to whom that suffices, for it passes the love of woman!"
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