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Together they had been wandering about the corridors of the hotel, still strange to them both, and it was quite by accident that they had lighted upon the small room which had a surreptitious view of Mr and Mrs Sampson Levi's ball. Except for the light of the chandelier of the ball-room the little cubicle was in darkness. Nella was looking through the window; her father stood behind.
"Io vorrei che nella luna Ci s'andasse in carrettella Per vedere la piu bella Delle donne di la su!" What does the old song mean? Who knows whether it ever meant anything? "I wish one might drive in a little cart to the moon, to see the most beautiful of the women up there!"
"Nella," P. Sybarite interpolated in an imperative tone, momentarily distracting November's attention "Nella says to tell you she wants you now immediately. Do you get that?" "Damn Nella!" snapped the gang leader. "Tell her to go to the devil. And you" he menaced P. Sybarite with a formidable look "you slide outa here in a hurry! See?"
In another moment Felix Babylon and Nella were left to themselves in the darkness of the cellar, listening to the receding footfalls of Theodore Racksole. But the sound of these footfalls had not died away before another sound greeted their ears the grating of the small cellar was being removed. 'I hope your father will be in time, whispered Felix
Marietta helped her, instinctively doing what was right. It was a hideous wound. "It will heal more quickly than you think," said Nella, confidently. "The burning has cauterised it." Marietta, delicately reared and unused to such sights, would have felt faint if the man had not been Zorzi. As it was she only felt sharp pain, each time that Nella touched the foot.
'Why did you leave the Grand Babylon that night? Nella began her examination, putting on a stern, barrister-like expression. 'I had orders to, Miss Racksole. 'Whose orders? 'Well, I'm I'm the fact is, I'm a married woman, and it was my husband's orders. 'Who is your husband? 'Tom Jackson Jules, you know, head waiter at the Grand Babylon. 'So Jules's real name is Tom Jackson?
She thought, if she thought at all, of getting up again and going back to the glass-house. Pasquale would let her in, of course, and she could get the mantle back. But there was Nella, in the next room, and Nella seemed to be always awake, and would hear her stirring and come in to know if she wanted anything. Besides, she was in the dark.
Marietta moved in her chair, as if something hurt her, but she knew that it would be unwise to stop the woman's talk. Besides, Nella was evidently sorry for Zorzi, though she thought his arrest very interesting. She went on for a long time, combing more and more slowly, after the manner of talkative maids, when they fear that their work may be finished before their story.
For the ten thousandth time in the history of medicine a sound constitution had accomplished a miracle impossible to the accumulated medical skill of centuries. In due course the doctor left, saying that Prince Eugen was 'on the high road to recovery, and promising to come again within a few hours. Morning had dawned. Nella drew the great curtains, and let in a flood of sunlight.
Certain of nothing but the possession of Nella's revolver, the Prince scarcely knew whether to carry the argument further, and with stronger measures, or to accept the situation with as much dignity as the circumstances would permit. 'Let us take the dinghy, said Nella; 'we can row ashore in an hour. He felt that she was right.
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