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He turned toward the door. But the other said, shortly, "Wait a minute, sir. I have a word to say, before I go." "Well, out with it." "You are not going to forget your promise to me?" "Certainly not, George. You are safe." "I mean regarding Miss Andrés." "Oh, of course not! Why, what's the matter?" "Nothing, only she is in my care until she is your wife." James Rutlidge laughed.
It's all just one of his schemes to get himself talked about. You'll see that he will appear again, safe and sound, when the papers stop filling their columns about him. I know Jim Rutlidge, too well." Aaron King thought of those bones, picked bare by the carrion birds, at the foot of the cliff. "It seems to be one of the mysteries of the day," he said.
So they went down the mountainside the man with his empty rifle over his shoulder; the girl following, a few paces in the rear, with ready weapon. When they had come within sight of the camp, James Rutlidge said, "There's some one there." "I see," returned Sibyl, slipping her gun in its holster and stepping forward beside her companion.
You were struggling your strength was going can't you remember? You must, you must!" Lifting his face he looked at her. "Was there a rifle-shot?" he asked slowly. "It seems to me that something in my brain snapped, and everything went black. Was there a rifle-shot?" "Yes," she answered. "And I did not I did not ?" "No. You did not kill James Rutlidge.
Beside the bed, sat Louise, wringing her hands and moaning. James Rutlidge stood near. Without speaking, Mrs. Taine went forward. The doctor, bending over his patient, with his fingers upon the skeleton-like wrist, said, "Mr. Taine, Mr. Taine, your wife is here." In response, the eyes, deep sunken under the wrinkled brow, opened; the loosely hanging, sensual lips quivered.
Come with me. Come and pray girl pray for me." The most charitable construction that can be put upon the action of James Rutlidge, just related, is to accept the explanation of his conduct that he, himself made to Sibyl. The man was insane as Mr. Taine was insane as Mrs. Taine was insane.
"Probably you don't. You have not been thinking much of these things. You have your eye upon Fame, and that old witch lives in another direction. To illustrate our bull-necked friend and illustrious critic, James Rutlidge, in my story, will be named 'Sensual. His distinguished father was one 'Lust. The horrible example, Mr. Edward Taine, boon companion of 'Lust, is 'Materialism'."
Rutlidge entered the studio, Aaron King turned from the easel, where he had drawn the velvet curtain to hide the finished portrait. Mrs. Taine was standing at the other side of the room, wrap in hand, calmly waiting, ready to go. The artist greeted Mr. Rutlidge cordially, while the woman triumphantly announced the completion of her portrait.
Stripped to their shirts and trousers, they were both splendid physical types. James Rutlidge was the heavier, but Aaron King made up for his lack in weight by a more clean-cut, muscular firmness. They grappled. As two primitive men in a savage age might have met, bare handed, they came together.
The girl, peering through the screen on the side toward the house, uttered an exclamation of fear and drew back, turning to her companion appealingly. "O please, please don't let that man find me here." Conrad Lagrauge looked and saw James Rutlidge coming down the path toward the arched entrance to the garden, which was directly across from the arbor.
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