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Charley, suddenly clutching Garth's arm, raised himself on his elbow. "Garth!" he cried wildly. "Natalie! Where is she?" "God knows!" groaned Garth. Terrible recollection returned to the boy's eyes. He sat up dizzy and nauseated. "I remember now!" he stuttered. "Quick! Quick!" implored Garth. "It was a little while after you went," Charley continued, getting it out with difficulty.
"It won't happen again," he said, sullenly penitent. "You will find me quite another man when I have got you all at my house in the country. Mind!" he burst out, with a furtive look, which expressed his inveterate distrust of Natalie and of every one about her. "Mind! it's settled that you all come to me in Somersetshire, on Monday next." Sir Joseph answered rather dryly that it was settled.
Before the villa stopped a foam-covered steed, from which dismounted a horseman, who knocked at the closed door. To the porter who looked out from a sliding window he showed the written order of Elizabeth for his admission. The porter opened the door, and with the loud cry, "Natalie, Natalie!" the Count Rasczinsky rushed into the hall of the house.
"'Way down, just below it, you can see the tip of a church steeple." "So you can," said Leighton. "Well, that gleam of white is Aunt Jed's. Make for it. That's where you'll find Natalie." "Is it?" said Lewis, straightening, and with a flush of excitement in his cheeks. "Aren't you coming, too?" "No," said Leighton; "not to-day. We won't expect you back before supper. Tell Mrs.
Natalie was not deceived, but she saw that what he said was true, notice made him worse; so she contented herself with observing him quietly and saying nothing; but as he felt she was observing him, she might almost better have spoken; words are often less embarrassing things than too curious eyes.
Leaning her elbow on the cloth, the girl turned her head to learn the cause of the hilarity. Carter, thankful for the opportunity, employed the pause in studying Trusia. The Duchess's eyes were sparkling like some lustrous jet. The deep flush of the jacqueminot burned in her cheeks as she smilingly regarded Natalie, the heroine of the jest.
"Well," whispered the priest, his face twitching in the effort to look stern, "he eats little children." With that he dropped from view. Lewis and Shenton stared at each other. Natalie began to cry. Lewis picked up the brick and slipped it back into place. Shenton helped him wedge it in with twigs; then all three stole away, to break into giggles and laughter when distance gave them courage.
Then he said with decision: "Seal these letters, Cecil. I will take them to Natalie myself." "You will, then, see her again?" asked Cecil while folding the letters. "You will render the parting more painful!" "I will it!" said Paulo, with decision, and, taking the letters, he left the room with a firm and resolute step. He found Natalie in her room.
He intends to overtake the schooner here, lift the gold dust out of the Barang, and board his own schooner, which cleared direct from Surabaya for Europe." "Europe!" Barry gasped at the slender margin standing between Natalie's safety and utter catastrophe. Here was a piece of cunning not expected even from Leyden. To clear for Europe meant, with Natalie on board Barry could not think clearly.
And then for thee the time will pass quickly, while I lie slowly crumbling before thou knowest it, almost, he will be a man and crowned. "Then, Natalie, thou wilt read this message from the living dead, for from that time on Paul Verdayne will need thee.
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