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His kindness and consideration for those who served him was always in marked contrast to Netty's haughty and exacting nature. There was not a creature in the house who would not have run personal risk to serve him. He was still in a state of prostration, weaker far than he knew, and on the brink of a serious collapse.
Kosmaroff watched her for a moment with that strange smile that twisted his mouth to one side. Then he struck a match and turned to the chandelier. The globe was still warm. He had turned out the gas when Netty's hand was actually on the handle. "It was a near thing," he said to himself in Russian, which language he had learned before any other, so that he still thought in it.
Before she had started for a doctor his face and extremities grew quite cold and white, and she saw that help would be useless. He was stone-dead. 'Netty's situation rose upon her distracted mind in all its seriousness. The house, garden, and field were lost by a few hours and with them a home for herself and her lover.
But Netty's curiosity was not satisfied, and she knew that Deulin would answer no question seriously. Why did not Kosmaroff come back? Why did Cartoner stay away? As soon as etiquette allowed, she called at the Bukaty Palace. She made an excuse in some illustrated English and American magazines which might interest the Princess Wanda. But there was no one at home.
Netty was called into counsel to decide what was to be done. Her simple settlement of the difficulty was very welcome. "I shall just write and tell mother what you've done. Then, she can act as she pleases; but I expect she'll be very angry." Netty's letter to her mother was characteristic: "MY DEAR MOTHER, I do wish you would come home. It's positively hateful here without you.
Ripping his shirt open at the neck to find his wound, she uncovered Circuit's buckskin bag and memorandum book, showing through its centre the track of a bullet that had finally spent itself in fracturing a rib over Circuit's heart, the ticket-seller's shot, that would have killed him instantly but for the shielding bulk Netty's treasured letters interposed.
The train flew through the country faster and faster, the air blew more and more fresh against Netty's cheeks. She began to sniff. Could that delicious smell be the smell of the sea, the great, rolling blue sea which she had never seen, but which she had so often dreamed about?
But I think she does not remember though she seemed to recollect Mr. Cartoner, whom she met at the same time." Deulin looked at her with his quick smile as he nodded a little, comprehending nod, and Netty's eyes looked into his innocently. "Be assured," he answered, "that she has not seen you, or she would not fail to remember you. You are sitting back to back, you observe.
I only consented to the blackening of your name at at your mother's entreaty to save Netty's life from ruin and your mother from prison." "That's all right, father that's all right," cried Dick huskily, with an affected cheeriness, as he raised the stricken man. "I'm not able to grapple with it all just now. You see, I've had enteric, and am still shaky. I've thought it all out.
Swinton had her life to live through; whereas Dick's trials were ended. And would a suspicious world believe he shared his wife's plunder without knowing how it was obtained? In addition, Netty's future would certainly be overshadowed to a cruel extent.
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