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And this expression perplexed Milo. "Art sure of thyself, Pascherette?" asked the giant, ill at ease for his little companion. "Why not?" she laughed, peering up at his troubled face impudently. "Thinkest thou Pascherette is a fool?" "No, thou art not a fool," replied Milo slowly.
Let her bring him at her own hands before my hunters run him to earth, and I forgive thee both. She has fooled thee; she can fool Sancho." Pascherette lighted up with something higher than hope: it was certainty; and while it made Milo happy it did not escape Dolores, whose dark-violet eyes once again became fathomless pools in which none might read her thoughts.
A frown darkened the face of Dolores; she had commanded Pascherette to bring about a condition of unrest, but nothing like this; for in all four parties was an attitude of suspicion of herself, not of each other. She spoke in a low voice to Milo, then raised her hand and advanced toward Caliban. "Well, whelp of a deformed dog!" she cried. "What do ye seek with me?
"Farewell, Rufe," Pascherette whispered at last, when the great black mass of the council hall loomed against the sky in a lightning flash. "Count ten score. Thy safety is in my hands." Then she took Sancho by the hand, and led him through the plashing rain to the rear of the hall and called softly: "Milo!" "Here. Hast found him?" "Take us to the Sultana quickly, Milo.
The rock rolled away, and Milo stood aside, she entered, touching Pearse on the arm as she passed him, and he followed meekly, Pascherette bringing up the rear with Milo after the giant replaced the great stone. Then Dolores turned back to Pearse, under the soft, red glow of the unseen lamps, and flashed a bewildering smile upon him.
He could not hide his thoughts, and Dolores saw them betrayed on his face; Pascherette surprised the look on her mistress's lovely face that told her the imperious beauty possessed a heart of living flesh and blood. And Pascherette shuddered nervously at the fear of what must happen should that heart ever feel humiliated.
Rather shall I speed thy soul!" Pascherette struggled to a kneeling position, crossed her tiny hands on her panting breast, and looked full into his eyes as a wounded hart looks at the hunter.
"If not here, where shall ye find such a one as my mistress?" Pascherette retorted saucily. "Your mistress?" "Without doubt. I am but a slave, my lady is the queen, Dolores." "A queen a white woman?" stammered Venner. "Oh, Venner, let us look into this!" exclaimed Pearse with unconcealed curiosity. "Just what we have prayed for!" Tomlin supplemented eagerly. "Anchor, Venner, like a good fellow.
Pascherette sat in the stern-sheets, cuddled up like a pretty kitten on a crimson silk cushion, and Milo stood erect, as firm as if on solid ground, between passengers and rowers as the boat sped shoreward. As the two craft separated the schooner stood out in veritable beauty, an exquisite thing of gold and ivory, pearl and rose. Venner's eyes lighted with pride at sight of her.
Rocks fell upon his already overwhelming burden; his knees bent, and the blood trickled from his nostrils. And with his fast ebbing breath he breathed his valedictory, fixing his stony eyes upon Pascherette as upon his deity. "Gods of my fathers, receive my spirit into thy halls.
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