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Miss Spencer swept gracefully forward, her cheeks flushed, her hand extended. "Oh, Mr. Hampton, I have so wished to meet with you ever since I first read your name in Aunt Lydia's letters Mrs. Herndon is my aunt, you know, and all about that awful time you had with those Indians. You see, I am Naida Gillis's most particular friend, and she tells me so much about you.
In a few words the brief story was frankly told, and apparently proved quite amusing to Miss Spencer. "Oh, that was Naida, beyond a doubt," she exclaimed, with a laugh of satisfaction. "It is all so characteristic of her. I only wonder how she chanced to guess your name; but really the girl appears to possess some peculiar gift in thus discerning facts hidden from others.
Hampton could not remember when he had ever performed such an act before, nor could he have explained why he did so then, yet he prayed prayed for the far-off Naida, and for personal guidance in the stern work lying before him.
I am a little tired. I think I could sleep if you would lower the shade and ask your mother to sit by me.... But you won't go until I am asleep, will you?" "No," he said gently, as his mother and Naïda entered and Geraldine rose to greet them, shocked at the change in Mrs. Mallett.
"There are good women in it, good wives. Your sister is in it." "Yes, and I mean to take her out," said Duane grimly. "Do you think I want Naïda to marry some money-fattened pup in this set?" "Where can you take her?"
It was Maggie who answered. Her tone was lifeless, but her manner almost composed. "It means that the attempt to assassinate Prince Shan has failed," she said. "Prince Shan told me himself that he had no intention of going to the ball. He kept his word. The man who was murdered was one of his suite." "But how do you know this?" Naida persisted.
"Have I changed so much?" Her accent was quaint and fascinating, but her voice was very musical. To the man who knelt at her feet it was the sweetest music in the world. "Naida," he whispered. "Naida. Even yet I dare not believe that you are here." "You knew I would come?" "How was I to know that you would see my message?"
She sat down in the low rocker, her feet comfortably crossed. "Do you know, Naida dear, it is simply wonderful to me just to remember what you have been through, and it was so beautifully romantic everybody killed except you and that man, and then he saved your life. It's such a pity he was so miserable a creature." "He was n't!" Naida exclaimed, in sudden, indignant passion.
Why was he here and with Murphy? Could this strange journey have anything to do with Naida? Could it concern his own future, as well as hers? He felt no lingering jealousy of this man, for her truthful words had forever settled that matter. Yet who was he? What peculiar power did he wield over her life? "Is Custer here?" said Hampton. "No; that is, not with my party.
But he did play beautifully, and it was so very nice of him to come my first night here. Do you suppose that was Mr. Herndon?" Naida shook her head doubtfully. "He looked taller, but I could n't really tell. He 's gone now, and the water is turned off."
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