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Fo-Hi stretched his right arm outward, and with a gesture of hand and fingers beckoned to Chunda Lal to come before him. And now, Miska, awakening as from a fevered dream, looked wildly about her, and then, serpentine, began to creep to the table upon which the keys were lying. Always watching the awful group of two, she rose slowly, snatched the keys and leapt across to the open window....
"Well, my lads, who among you has a mind to take this young virgin to wife on the spot?" Ten of the youths leaped forth, Martin among them. Miska Horhi, by way of a joke, also joined himself to them, but Master Jock shoved him aside with his stick. "I'll have no goat among the sheep," said he. "Come, my girl, make haste. Canst thou not choose thee a husband from among so many pretty fellows?"
I offer a throne set upon the Seven Mountains of the Universe. Look into my eyes and read the truth." But lower and lower she cowered upon the diwan. "No, no! I am afraid!" Fo-Hi approached her closely and abject terror now had robbed her of strength. Her limbs seemed to have become numbed, her tongue clave to the roof of her mouth. "Fear me no more, Miska," said Fo-Hi.
Ah! you do not know; it is to gain time that I seem to serve him! Only this, Miska" he revealed the blade of a concealed knife "stand between Fo-Hi and you! Had I not read it in his eyes!" He raised his glance upward frantically. "Jey Bhowani! give me strength, give me courage! For if I fail ..."
Miska ran and struck the gong, then staggered back to the diwan and fell upon it, hiding her face in her hands. The sounds of torture ceased. Fo-Hi closed the door and stood looking at her where she lay. "I permit you some moments of reflection," he said, "in order that you may compose yourself to receive the addresses which I shall presently have the honour, and joy, of making to you.
Miska smiled and her smile was the taunting smile of the East, which is at once a caress and an invitation. "You think, no doubt, that there are no slaves in Cairo!" she said. "So do most people, and so did I once. I learned better. There are palaces in Cairo, I assure you, in which there are many slaves. I myself lived in such a palace for four years, and I was not the only slave there.
"An alternative to my returning to China? Can you suggest one?" "The scaffold!" cried Stuart furiously, "for you and the scum who follow you!" Fo-Hi lighted a Bunsen burner. "I trust not," he rejoined placidly. "With two exceptions, all my people are out of England." Stuart's heart began to throb painfully. With two exceptions! Did Miska still remain?
As though an adder had touched her, Miska sprang to her feet and back from the Hindu. Her eyes flashed fiercely. "Ah! you! you!" she cried at him, with a repressed savagery that spoke of the Oriental blood in her veins. "Do not speak to me look at me! Do not come near me! I hate you! God! how I hate you!" "Miska! Miska!" he said beseechingly "you pierce my heart! you kill me!
His brown face expressionless as that of a bronze statue, Chunda Lal crossed and took the rods from their place. "Tum samajhte ho?" Chunda Lal inclined his head. "Ah, God! no!" whispered Miska "what are you going to do?" "Your Hindustani was ever poor, Miska," said Fo-Hi. He turned to Chunda Lal. "Until you hear the gong," he said in English.
Miska paused, as if to collect her ideas, but continued almost immediately. "He wore a plain yellow robe and had a little black cap on his head. His face, his wonderful evil face I can never forget, and his eyes I fear you will think I exaggerate but his eyes were green as emeralds! He fixed them upon me. "'This, said Fo-Hi, 'is Miska.
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