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He suggested that if Yesler felt it would be safe for him to go, they might walk across to the hotel together. "And leave us alone." Laska could have bitten her tongue after the words were out. Virginia explained. "The Leighs are out of the city to-night, and it happens that even the servants are gone.
She had been in a train when she read the story of Laska. She saw herself sitting safely and cosily in a stateroom, all panelled satinwood and green velvet. Now Blindly she started to run. It was useless, she knew, for the fence was certain to go, and she could no more outrun that black billow of death than she could outrace one of Paolo di Sereno's aeroplanes.
I don't think we shall disturb you at all." "I'm sure you won't and before you go, you'll let us know what you have decided to do." "We shall not be through before morning. You'll be asleep by then," he made answer. "No, I couldn't sleep till I know all about it." "Nor I," agreed Laska. "I want to know all about everything."
At the edge of the marsh and the road, peasant boys and men, who had been herding for the night, were lying, and in the dawn all were asleep under their coats. Not far from them were three hobbled horses. One of them clanked a chain. Laska walked beside her master, pressing a little forward and looking round.
At last, after a disgraceful miss, he flung his gun and his hat on the ground. "No, I must control myself," he said to himself. Picking up his gun and his hat, he called Laska, and went out of the swamp.
He went back himself to a double birch tree on the other side, and leaning his gun on the fork of a dead lower branch, he took off his full overcoat, fastened his belt again, and worked his arms to see if they were free. Gray old Laska, who had followed them, sat down warily opposite him and pricked up her ears.
A setter bitch, Laska, ran out too, almost upsetting Kouzma, and whining, turned round about Levin's knees, jumping up and longing, but not daring, to put her forepaws on his chest. "You're soon back again, sir," said Agafea Mihalovna. "I got tired of it, Agafea Mihalovna. With friends, one is well; but at home, one is better," he answered, and went into his study.
"Fetch it, fetch it!" shouted Levin, giving Laska a shove from behind. "But I can't go," thought Laska. "Where am I to go? From here I feel them, but if I move forward I shall know nothing of where they are or who they are." But then he shoved her with his knee, and in an excited whisper said, "Fetch it, Laska."
"I don't see who it can be that you all unite on. Of course, it isn't Mr. Pelton?" "I should hope not." "Or Mr. Samuel Yesler?" "You've used up all the guesses allowed you. If you want to know, why don't you attend the joint session to-day? It ought to be highly interesting." "I shall," she announced promptly. "And I'll bring Laska with me." "She won't be able to come." "I think she will.
Strange, some lines of a poem were saying themselves in Angela's head. She had read them lately, since she came to America, the story of a stampede and a girl. Laska yes, that was the name loved a man, and saved him from the rush of wild cattle by covering his body with hers, protecting it with her bleeding flesh from the blows of the iron hoofs. Nick had given her the book.
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