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"Didn't she help me out of here?" "You lak talk wit' her, I t'ink." Ambrose thought fast. The only English words Nesis had spoken in Watusk's hearing were her cries of fright at his appearance. In the confusion of that moment it was possible Watusk had not remarked them. "Talk to her?" said Ambrose, simulating surprise. "Only by signs." "How she get you out, then?" Watusk quickly asked.
Colina went on: "At the tea-dance Nesis saw Ambrose Doane for the first time. She said she " Colina lowered her eyes and sought for a word "she liked him. After that she wanted to help him. When the alarm of fire was raised, and all ran to the burning building, Nesis kept near to Ambrose Doane and watched all that he did.
He looked eagerly for a sight of Nesis, or, failing her, one of the girls who had accompanied her on the berry-picking expedition, and who might be induced to give him some honest information about her. He was not rewarded. All who entered the village from the east passed by him. Watusk and the rest of the people from the river arrived in an hour.
I ought not to have let her watch! But I never thought they would dare shoot!" Colina went on in a schooled voice more affecting than an outcry. "Nesis was shot through the breast. I had nothing to give her. I stanched the wound the best way I could. "I saw at once that she could not live. Indeed, I prayed that she would not linger in such pain. She lived throughout the night.
Come to the foot of your bed." Ambrose obeyed. Reaching the spot he said: "Speak again." "Here," the voice whispered. "I mak' a hole in the mud. Put your ear down and I spik sof'." Ambrose identified the spot whence the sound issued. He put his lips to it. "Who are you?" he whispered. "Nesis," came the softly breathed answer. "I your friend."
We soon reach the sea-shore at Bagnoli, a little watering-place much frequented by Neapolitans of the middle classes, and on looking back we obtain a charming view of the headland of Posilipo and of stately Nisida, the Nesis of the ancients, with its memories of Brutus, “the noblest Roman of them all,” who on this little island bade farewell for ever to his devoted Portia.
Colina finally ventured to pronounce the name "Nesis" at the same time asking by a sign which included the teepees if she was there. Marya looked startled. She hesitated, but Colina's hold was now strong upon her. She shook her head. First glancing cautiously around to make sure they were not observed, she nodded in the direction of up river. Colina, overjoyed, proceeded to further question.
Coming to the edge of the grass, they paused with full satchels, talking idly, nibbling the fruit and casting inquisitive glances toward Ambrose's prison. There were eight of them, and Nesis stood out from the lot like a star. The four men playing poker in the grass at one side paid no attention to them. Nesis with a sly smile whispered in her neighbor's ear.
Ambrose felt for the little fingers that crept through the slit, and gratefully pressed his lips to them. "Ah!" she breathed wonderingly. "Was that your mouth? It mak' me jomp! Put your hand outside, Angleysman." He did so, and felt his fingers brushed as with rose-petals. "Goo'-by!" she breathed. "Nesis," he asked, "do you know why Watusk is keeping me locked up here?
However, he immediately rode back to the Kakisa village with three troopers. In an hour he sent one of the men back for Watusk. In two hours they all returned without Nesis. Ambrose's heart sank like a stone. By instinct he strove to conceal his discouragement from his enemies under a nonchalant air.
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