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"Yes," said Lady Lansmere. "But to suppose that this profligate foreigner could carry away a girl like Violante against her will, a man she has never seen, and whom she must have been taught to hate!" "Be on your guard, nevertheless, I pray you, madam; 'Where there's a will there's a way'!" Randal took his leave, and returned to Madame di Negra's.
Frank Hazeldean was the last to quit his ground behind Madame di Negra's chair; but when he found that the two began to talk in Italian, and he could not understand a word they said, he too fancying, poor fellow, that he looked foolish, and cursing his Eton education that had neglected, for languages spoken by the dead, of which he had learned little, those still in use among the living, of which he had learned nought retreated towards Randal, and asked wistfully, "Pray, what age should you say L'Estrange was?
Heaven forbid!" cried Leonard, revealing his surprise at the name. "Amen! But what do you know of him? "Leonard related the story of Burley's pamphlet." Harley seemed delighted to hear his suspicions of Randal confirmed. "The paltry pretender; and yet I fancied that he might be formidable! However, we must dismiss him for the present, we are approaching Madame di Negra's house.
But this house-spider, which glided with so much ease after its flies, through webs so numerous and mazy, had yet to amuse Madame di Negra with assurances that the fugitives sought for would sooner or later be discovered. It was no less desirable to Randal to know, and even win the confidence of this man his rival. The two met at Madame di Negra's house.
He burst into the drawing-room, no Beatrice was there. A thin elderly man, with a manuscript book in his hands, appeared engaged in examining the furniture, and making an inventory, with the aid of Madame di Negra's upper servant. The thin man stared at Frank, and touched the hat which was on his head.
Randal Leslie was necessarily mixed up with this recital; and the subtle cross-questionings of Harley extracted far more as to that young diplomatist's agency in all these melancholy concerns than the ingenuous narrator himself was aware of. "So then," said Harley, "Mr. Leslie assured you of Madame di Negra's affection, when you yourself doubted of it?"
During the whole course of the oath, she had not once looked at Fatia Negra's cursing lips, but at the groups forming in the darkness above his head. The oath over, Fatia Negra seized the reversed crucifix and an electric shock again jolted the hand of the girl which he held fast in his own right hand. "Now, you swear it also!" cried he.
It was Fatia Negra! this was Fatia Negra's house! And this was not all. Close upon the traces of Fatia Negra rushed another phantom with a drawn sword in its hand, but its face was towards her and she recognized in it Szilard Vamhidy. And yet she did not lose her consciousness at this double sight of terror, though it would have been much better for her if she had.
But this house-spider, which glided with so much ease after its flies, through webs so numerous and mazy, had yet to amuse Madame di Negra with assurances that the fugitives sought for would sooner or later be discovered. It was no less desirable to Randal to know, and even win the confidence of this man his rival. The two met at Madame di Negra's house.
"Well, Baron, Frank is of age, and can marry to please himself. You implied to me that you could help him in this." "I will try. See that he call at Madame di Negra's tomorrow, at two precisely." "I would rather keep clear of all apparent interference in this matter. Will you not arrange that he call on her? And do not forget to entangle him in a post-obit." "Leave it to me. Any more wine?
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