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Mauville moved forward impetuously, until he stood on the verge of the sunlight on the satinwood floor. "May I not devote myself to this cause, Constance?" he continued. "You are naturally resentful toward me now. But can I not show you that I have your welfare at heart? If you were as ambitious as you are attractive, what might you not do?
"A vast concourse of people assembled before the river when he embarked on the 'Natchez' for St. Louis." Muttering something about "bourgeoisie! épicier!" the nobleman partook of the liquid consolation before him, which seemed to brighten his spirits. "If my doctors could see me now! Dolts! Quacks!" "It's a good joke on them," said Mauville, ironically. "Isn't it?
Mauville became aware his own vigor was slowly failing him; instead of pressing the other he was now obliged to defend himself. He strove to throw off the lethargy irresistibly stealing over him; to shake the leaden movements from his limbs. He vainly endeavored to penetrate the mist falling before his eyes and to overcome the dizziness that made his foeman seem like a figure in a dream.
Mauville," he exclaimed, extending a bony hand that had fingers like the grip of death. "What good fortune brought you here?" "An ill wind, Spedella, rather!" "It's like a breath of the old days to see you; the old days before you began your wanderings!" "Get the foils, Spedella; I'll have a bout with the master. Gad, you're as ill-looking as ever! It's some time since I've touched a foil.
Shortly after the Count had landed at Pondicherry, Mauville, who was a girl, died, in a condition which showed that chastity had not been the divinity to whom she had chiefly sacrificed. In her trunk were found several trinkets belonging to her master, which she honestly had appropriated to herself.
"I'm far from recovered; I'm worse than ever. I detest congratulations, Monsieur! It's what a lying world always does when you are on the verge of dissolution." "You are as discerning as ever," murmured the land baron for it was Edward Mauville. "I'm not fit to be around; I only came out" with a sardonic chuckle "because the doctors said it would be fatal." "Surely you do not desire "
"That accounts for his unwillingness to talk about Africa," went on Susan. "Soldiers, as a rule, you know, like to tell all about their sanguinary exploits. But the tented field was a forbidden topic with him. And once when I asked him about Algiers he was almost rudely evasive." "He probably lives in constant fear his secret will become known," said Mauville, thoughtfully.
After this brief hostile outbreak in the garden below the right wing, Mauville prepared to make as effective defense as lay in his power and looked around for his aid, the driver of the coach. But that quaking individual had taken advantage of the excitement to disappear.
"You have come? Good!" he said, and drew Mauville aside. They conversed in low tones, occasionally glancing about them at the others. In the hall below the rhythm of a waltz now made itself heard, and the land baron, having received certain papers which committed him to a hazardous service, prepared to leave. "Here's luck!" said a man on his left, raising his glass.
Slowly the care-taker moved aside, the hound shifting his position accordingly, and Mauville entered, gazing around with some interest, for the interior of the manor realized the pretensions of its outward aspect. The floor of the hall was of satinwood and rosewood, and the mahogany wainscoting, extending almost to the ceiling, was black with age.
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