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Updated: May 28, 2025
Dagon's in mid-career. The two ladies behind the glasses glared at each other for a moment, then bowed and nodded, like two Chinese idols set up on end at each extremity of the room. "Good-evening, dear, good Mrs. Winslow Orry," said the smiling eyes of Mrs. Dagon to that lady. "How doubly scraggy you look in that worn-out old sea-green satin!" said the smiling old lady to herself.
Orry, whom no dexterous waltzer would ever clasp in the dizzy whirl, spattered their neighborhood with epithets of contempt and indignation, thanking Heaven that in their day things had not quite come to such a pass as that. Colonel Burr himself, my dears, never dared to touch more than the tips of his partner's fingers in the contra-dance.
His vexation upon finding that nothing upon which he had reckoned was provided, may be imagined. He at once wrote to the King, in order to contradict all that he had recently written. This conduct of Orry his impudence, I may say in deceiving a man who immediately after would have under his eyes the proof of his deceit, is a thing past all comprehension.
"Why, it's British one of their latest makes," informed Erwin, much pleased. "It's let's see." He was squinting at the monogram. No. 48." Just then Blaine and Finzer strolled up. "Going out for a little spin, Orry?" queried Blaine, throwing open wider the hangar door. "Look at 'em! Ain't they beauts?"
Lex and Milt were the pilots of the two remaining machines of this, the third and last section of the bombing squadron of that night. "Orry! Oh, Orry! Wakeup! Aren't you all right yet?" These and other adjurations Blaine would make from time to time. A chill came over him more than once as he wondered if Erwin would not recover.
Orry, always united with Madame des Ursins, and all-powerful, by her means, was her sole confidant in this important affair. At that time the Marquis de Brancas was French ambassador at Madrid. He had flattered himself that Madame des Ursins would make him one of the grandees of Spain. Instead of doing so she simply bestowed upon him the order of the Golden Fleece.
The two other machines had vanished in the darkness, doubtless cleaving the higher air strata in a backward flight to the home aerodrome, which was now the goal of all. Meantime searchlights were flashing here, there, yonder through the inky sky. The swift reports of anti-aircraft guns split the night's silence in a most disconcerting manner. Erwin groaned and twisted his body. "Stay still, Orry!
Louville, her rival and enemy, a man of talent and ardour, but passionate, represents her as the wickedest woman on earth, to be got rid of at the earliest possible moment and at any cost, "sordid and thievish to a marvellous degree." He raises the same accusation against Orry, a clever man whom Louis XIV. had sent to Spain to put some order into her finances.
"Are you strong enough now to take my place?" "I I think so," returned the still reviving Erwin. "What you going to do land?" At this juncture the machine hit the ground in a decreasing glide, while Blaine, half rising, pitched forward as if dead. "Take the machine, Orry," Blaine had said. "I'm dead; you're wounded." Knowing that Blaine had his plans laid, Erwin followed.
It is easy to understand that rogues should steal, but not that they should have the audacity to do so in the face of facts which so quickly and so easily could prove their villainy. It was Pursegur's letter then, detailing this rascality on the part of Orry, that had reached the King just before that respecting the Abbe d'Estrees.
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