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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.
One of his comrades approached the sleeper and held the barrel of his pistol to his temples. In Fatia Negra's hand there was only a dagger. "Don't wake him," he whispered to Henrietta, "for if he should but raise his head his brains will be blown out." "Do him no harm!" implored the lady. "I will give you everything you want.
Good-day." RANDAL. "Are you going to Madame di Negra's? Shall I not accompany you? Perhaps I may be able to back your own remonstrances." EGERTON. "No, I shall not require you." RANDAL. "I trust I shall hear the result of your interview? I feel so much interested in it. Poor Frank!" Audley nodded. "Of course, of course."
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?"
"Does he ever look in here, or has he ever lodged with you?" "No, my lord, I can safely say that he has never been here, to my great astonishment I must confess. For a great many gentlemen call here and many paths lead hitherward." "Don't you keep arms in your house?" "Why should I? I have not enough money to make it worth Fatia Negra's while to rob me.
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 be 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?
His gigantic adversary might pitch and toss him wherever he pleased, he always fell on his feet; nor was the other ever able, squeeze as he might, to disjoint his arms or free his own head from Fatia Negra's embrace, though again and again he ducked down to do it; and then they would struggle more fiercely than ever, on their knees, with their limbs interlaced like one single, inseparable quivering mass of flesh.
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.
Thus soliloquizing, he arrived at Madame di Negra's. Now, in reality the marchesa's inquiries as to Lord Lansmere's family had their source in the misguided, restless, despairing interest with which she still clung to the image of the young poet, whom Randal had no reason to suspect.
Both of them had lunged at the same time, neither of them had parried, Szilard's sword cut through his adversary's wrist and at the same instant Fatia Negra's yataghan fell from his hand. The wounded robber set up a howl like a wild beast and Juon, lurking beneath the verandah of the mill responded with another howl of joy that sounded like an echo.
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