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And anyhow, by the time the beads were thrown, I was too low down in the hollow to see even a waved hand or handkerchief. Still, with that necklace in my pocket, I knew pretty well what I was about, in talking with the marabout." "You thought you did," said Nevill. "But you'd have known a lot more if only you could have made Captain Sabine's acquaintance before you started."
"Eh! you know perfectly well that I love you!" she exclaimed, as she frantically gave him the burning and penetrating kiss that had never left his lips since the soirée at Sabine's. "Then, no one no one?" José repeated. "No one!" "On honor?" "On honor!" "Oh! how I love you!" he said, distractedly, all his passion shattering his coldness of manner, as the sun melts the snow.
He thought it looked very well over the secret door, and then he deliberately let himself picture how it had once fallen forward, and all the circumstances which had followed in consequence. He reconstructed every word he could remember of his and Sabine's conversation that afternoon. He repictured her innocent baby face and from there on to the night of the wedding.
He would not tell the whole truth, for he would have died sooner than bring Sabine's name into the discussion; and he could only see one way out of his difficulty. "Suppose I say that I do not like your manner or appearance," returned he disdainfully. "Is it your wish to insult me, M. Andre?" "As you choose to take it." M. de Breulh was not gifted with an immense stock of patience.
These rooms were seldom opened, except when Princess Torniloni came to stay and brought her son, Sabine's godchild, who had elaborate nurseries prepared for him. No other visitor had ever crossed the causeway, and Madame Imogen's cute mind was asking itself why clemency had been accorded to these two Britons. The English, as she knew, were not a favored race with her employer.
Blood on a bridal dress, they say, brings misery; and if this man is what I suspect him to be, I should be doing him too much honor if I crossed swords with him. No, I must have a deeper vengeance than this, for I can never forget that he nearly caused Sabine's death." He paused for a few seconds, and once again broke the silence which reigned in the room.
A species of jealous frenzy was blended with the feverish desire that Marianne's kiss had injected into Rosas's veins. He would have liked to know the truth, to see Marianne again, to urge Guy to further confidences. And, then, he felt that he would rather not have come, not have seen her again, not have gone to Sabine's. "Well, so be it! Lord Lindsay is right, I will go."
Farmer's Letters, quoted in Bancroft, vi, 105. Hosmer, "Life of Samuel Adams," 48. Bancroft's "United States," vi, 128. "American Revolution," Part 1, 43. Hosmer's "Life of Adams." Sabine's "Loyalists." King Street is now State Street, and the Town House is the Old State House. Hosmer's "Samuel Adams," 172. Bancroft, vi, 344. Bancroft, vi, 345.
Michael looked away out to sea and he told himself he must not tease her any more. She was astonishingly game so astonishingly game that but for the name "Howard" he could have almost believed that this young woman was his Sabine's double but he remembered now that she had said she was going to call herself Mrs. Howard because otherwise she would not be able to "have any fun!"
You, at least, are not suffering as I am because you do not care." A little sob came in Sabine's throat, and she could not reply. She could only take in the splendor of his figure and his grace as he leaned there with dark bent head. And so, in a silence that seemed to throb and thrill, they stood near together for a few moments with hearts at breaking point.
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