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Updated: June 8, 2025
Morgana's eyes flashed over them all with a bright, half-laughing tolerance. "I thank you, my friends!" she said "You have done well the work I entrusted you to do under the guidance of the Marchese Rivardi, and you can now judge for yourselves the result It mystifies you I can see!
"We could not think of disobeying!" returned Gaspard. "She is a strange woman!" and as he spoke Rivardi gripped his steering-gear with a kind of vindictive force "It seems absurd that we, two men of fair intelligence and scientific attainment, should be ruled by her whim, her fancies for after all she is made up of fancies " Gaspard shook his finger warningly.
You asked me a while ago if I was tired I thought I was Hot, but I am very tired! I am going to rest. And I trust you both to take care of me and the 'White Eagle'!" "We are to make straight for Sicily?" he asked. "Yes straight for Sicily." She retired into her sleeping-cabin and disappeared. The Marchese Rivardi looked at Gaspard questioningly. "We must obey her, I suppose?"
Marchese, we'll stop here, suspended in mid-air, and the stars shall be our festal lamps, vying with our own!" and she turned on a switch which illumined the whole interior of the air-ship with a soft bright radiance "Whereabouts are we? Still over the Libyan desert?" Rivardi consulted the chart which was spread open in his steering-cabin. "No I think not. We have passed beyond it.
"How small the world looks from the air!" said Morgana "It's not worth half the fuss made about it! And yet it's such a pretty little God's toy!" She smiled, and in her smiling expressed a lovely sweetness. Rivardi raised his eyes from his steering gear. "You are not tired, Madama?" he asked. "Tired? No, indeed! How can I be tired with so short a journey!"
Bells loud and soft, bells mellow and deep, clear and silvery clanging in bass and treble shocks of rising and falling rhythm and tune! "Do you hear?" Rivardi and Gaspard simultaneously rose to their feet, amazed. Undoubtedly they heard! It was impossible NOT to hear such a clamour of concordant sound!
We know well enough that every journal is more or less a calendar of lies, all the same we cannot blind ourselves to the great change that has come over manners and morals particularly in relation to marriage. Of course the Press always chronicles the worst items bearing on the subject " "The Press is chiefly to blame for it" declared Rivardi.
"It must be something more 'sensational' than husband and children!" said Rivardi a trifle bitterly "Only a primitive woman will care for these!" The priest laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Come, come! Do not be cynical, my son! I think with you that if anything can find an entrance to a woman's soul it is love but the woman must be capable of loving.
"Yet we have travelled a thousand miles since we left Sicily this morning" said Rivardi "We have kept up the pace, have we not, Gaspard? or rather, the 'White Eagle' has proved its speed?" Gaspard looked up from his place at the end of the ship. "About two hundred and fifty to three hundred miles an hour," he said "One does not realise it in the movement."
Tell them below to lose no time! Open the shed and let her rise! when the contact is once established there will not be half a second to spare!" Hurriedly the man Gaspard, though obviously terrified, shouted the necessary orders, while Morgana went to the other end of the ship where Rivardi opened for her the second compartment into which she fixed the second tube.
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