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At all costs the marriage must be stopped. And mad with rage, Hamar dashed out of the hotel, and calling a taxi, drove direct to Lilian Rosenberg's flat. He found her alone alone and with a strange expression in her eyes an expression he had never noticed in them before. She was in the act of examining a magnificent diamond ring.
Hamilton, who was riding in advance, was shot by Indians concealed in the sage-brush. Mr. Rosenberg's mule was wounded, and plunged so that his rider fell to the ground. Mr. Gray, seeing the plight of the freighter, rode to his side, seized him by the collar, and aided him to leap to a seat behind him.
I do not attempt to account for this exception to the general rule, unless it be explainable upon the logical theory that the skill necessary for the making of artificial flowers is found only in a vastly superior class of girls. The flower-girls I met at Rosenberg's were, without exception, wholesome-minded and pure-hearted.
If only he could be made to see how utterly ridiculous it was for him to think of winning such a girl as Gladys Gladys the pretty, dolly-faced, pampered actress, who had never known a single hardship, had always had a well-lined purse, and would never, never marry poverty! Then back to Lilian Rosenberg's mind came her parting with Shiel she recalled his intense scorn and indignation. A liar!
"What strange little girl is this, who seems to know us so well? It looks like my daughter Alice. If it is, she needn't come to my house to-day; she may go and finish her visit at Mrs. Rosenberg's." Then the horse trotted on, indeed, he had never paused a moment, and carried both those dear, dear people out of sight. What did they mean?
Among the persons who exhibited their talents at the Countess of Rosenberg's last week, our country-woman's performance was most applauded; but when I name Lady Clarges, no one will wonder. It is said that painting is now but little cultivated among them; Rome will however be the place for such enquiries.
He was still bending over her still feeling her lifeless pulse, still trying to resuscitate her feebly wondering how he had killed her, feverishly debating the best course to pursue when Curtis and Kelson burst in on him. At the sight of Lilian Rosenberg's lifeless body both men started back. "Great God! Hamar!" Curtis gasped. "What have you done to her?" "Nothing!"
"This is no place for you." O'Grady passed over Rosenberg's nose in contempt. "We turn in scheme after scheme," he pursued; "schemes to be welcomed and appreciated anywhere but here. And what is your own? All you can think of is a mongrel heap of cabins and spires and chimneys and shacks that would set a tombstone to grinning. What chance is there for art in such a hotch-potch as that?
But now they had open country in front of them and having, by a ruse of which he was proud, gained a lead of six leagues over the French troops, he invited all those who had truly Austrian hearts to follow him across Germany to Moravia, where they could rejoin the army of their August sovereign, Francis II. Blankenstein's Hussars responded to this speech by their colonel with a resounding cheer of approval; but Rosenberg's Dragoons and the Uhlans of Prince Charles maintained a gloomy silence.
An hour later, as Kelson was rising from his chair in front of the fire to gaze, for the hundredth time that evening, into the eyes of Lilian Rosenberg's portrait on the mantelshelf, the door of his room flew open and in staggered Curtis white, wet and bloated. "Great heavens!" Kelson cried. "What the deuce have you been doing to yourself? You look a perfect devil!" "I am one!" Curtis groaned.
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