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She ran over the grass, leaving the two men in acute discomfort. Falloden thought again, with rising excitement: "She planned it! She wants me to do something to take some step but what?" An awkward pause followed. Radowitz was still playing with the dog, caressing its beautiful head with his uninjured hand, and talking to it in a half whisper.
She took no notice. "And secondly" her voice shook a little "because he was sorry. Now now he is doing it" suddenly her smile flashed out, with its touch of humour "just simply because he likes it!" It was a bold assertion. She knew it. But she straightened her slight shoulders, prepared to stick to it. Radowitz shook his head. "And what am I doing it for?
Then he suggested that Bateson the scout and he should push the bed into the sitting-room, for greater air and space. Radowitz hesitated, and then consented. Sorell went out to speak to Bateson. "All right, sir," said the scout. "I've just about got the room straight; but I had to get another man to help me. They must have gone on something fearful.
And his wakings from them were almost equally haunted by the figures of Constance and Radowitz, and by a miserable yearning over his father, which no one who saw his hard, indifferent bearing during the day could possible have guessed.
Falloden had replied to the Head's letter expressing his "profound regret" for the accident to Otto Radowitz, and declaring that nobody in the row had the smallest intention of doing him any bodily harm. What indeed had anybody but himself to do with his own malignant and murderous impulse towards Radowitz? It had had no casual connection whatever with the accident itself.
He disobeyed his orders, remained in Berlin, asked for an interview with the King, and used all his influence to persuade him to surrender. The Ministry was divided; Radowitz stood almost alone; the other Ministers, Bismarck's friends, had always distrusted his policy.
The Pole had no chance against him, and after a short struggle, Radowitz fell heavily, catching in his fall at a piece of rusty piping, part of some disused machinery of the fountain. There was a cry. In a moment it sobered the excited group of men. Falloden, who had acted as leader throughout, called peremptorily to Robertson. "Is he hurt? Let him up at once."
And I have begged the merest trifle." "'Begged'?" said Constance, raising her eyebrows. "You issued a decree. I am not to dance with Radowitz and I am not to see so much of Mr. Sorell if I am to keep your friendship. I demurred. You repeated it as though you were responsible for what I do, and had a right to command me. Well, that does not suit me.
But when they reached the fountain, Radowitz, whose passion gave him considerable physical strength, disengaged himself, by a sudden effort, from his two keepers, and leaping into the basin of the fountain, he wrenched a rickety leaden shell from the hand of one of Neptune's attendant nymphs and began to fling the water in the faces of his tormentors.
He was reading hard for his fellowship, and satisfying various obscure needs by taking as much violent exercise as possible; but there was going on in him, all the time, an intense spiritual ferment, connected with Constance Bledlow on the one side, and Otto Radowitz on the other.
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