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"Nonette," he said, "you told me that I had made you believe in God." "Yes?" she whispered back rather breathlessly. "Yes?" "That's why," he said. "You got me clean through my armour there. Egad, it made me a believer too. If I'd failed you after that well, He'd have been justified in damning me, body and soul!" "But you couldn't!" she protested. "You couldn't fail me!"
"You you you've promised to keep me now." "But, of course I'm keeping you," said Saltash. "It's what I did it for. It's the very essence of the game. Cheer up, Nonette! I'm not parting with any of my goods, worldly or otherwise, this journey." "You are sure?" whispered Toby. "Sure?" "Sure of what?" He bent swiftly, and for a second, only a second, his lips touched her hair.
All the same, I've a certain right to know what you propose to do, since, I gather, I have not managed to satisfy you." "A right!" flashed Bunny. "Yes, a right." Saltash's voice was suddenly and suavely confident. "You may forget or possibly you may remember that I gave my protection to Nonette on the day she came to me for it, and I have never withdrawn it since.
There fell a brief silence, and she thought the beating of her heart would choke her. Then there came the touch of his hand upon her head, and its wild throbbing grew calmer. "No," he said, and in his voice was a new deep note unknown to her. "I am not pretending, Nonette." The light touch drew her as it were magnetically.
She looked exclusively at Saltash. Her bearing at that moment was that of a princess. "The car is ready?" she questioned. "Shall we go?" "By all means," said Saltash. He nodded a careless farewell to the other man, and followed her, a smile twitching at his lips, the gleam still in his eyes. "That man is Spentoli the sculptor," he said, as he handed her into the car. "A genius, Nonette!
In a moment she had reached him, was hanging to his arm in mute greeting, everything else in the world forgotten. It was pathetically like the re-union of a lost dog to its master. Saltash's ugly face softened miraculously at her action. The jest died on his lips. "Why, Nonette!" he said. "Nonette!" She strangled another sob. Her face was burning, quivering, appealing, no longer the face of a boy.
Only at parting, when she would have danced away, he suddenly stopped her with a word. "Nonette!" She stood still as if at a word of command; there had been something of compulsion in his tone. He did not look at her, and the smile he wore was wholly alien to the words he spoke. "Be careful how you go! And don't see Bunny again till I have seen him!" A hard breath went through Toby.
She drew back from him. "I will do whatever you wish," she said again nervously. "You know that." "Yes, I know that," said Saltash with his quick grimace. "You have my sympathy, Nonette. Now go, ma chère, go!" She went from his presence like a small hunted animal. Saltash shrugged his shoulders and sauntered down again to the vestibule. The crowd had grown.
"You're very young, Nonette." She shook her head with vehemence. "I'm not! I'm not! I'm only pretending. Can't you see?" He laughed jestingly. "You have never deceived me yet, ma chère, not once, from the moment I found you shivering in my cabin up to the present. You couldn't if you tried." Toby's blue eyes suddenly shone with a hot light. "So sure of that?" she said quickly.
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