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"Happily," ran the subsequent letter, of two days' later date, "the assassin was a woman, and one effort exhausts a woman; she struck only once, and became idiotic. Sandra has no fever. She had her wits ready where were mine? when she received the wound. While I had her in my arms, she gave orders that the woman should be driven out of the city in her carriage.
"Where are you taking me, sir?" she said in English. "Sandra, will you be a good child? It is anywhere you please, if you will promise " "I will promise nothing." "Zen, I lock you up in Verona." "In Verona!" "Sandra, will you promise to me?" "I will promise nothing." "Zen I lock you up in Verona. It is settled. No more of it. I come to say, we shall not reach a village. I am sorry.
There are the Italian ones, "Sandra Belloni," and "Vittoria"; there is "Rhoda Fleming," which carried Stevenson off his critical feet; "Beauchamp's Career," too, dealing with obsolete politics. No great writer should spend himself upon a temporary theme. It is like the beauty who is painted in some passing fashion of gown. She tends to become obsolete along with her frame.
Then she looked up, and said, "Have you felt this love for me very long?" at which the puny flame, scarce visible, sprang up, and warmed to a great heat. "My own Emilia! Sandra! listen to me: promise me not to seek this interview." "Will you always love me as much?" Emilia bargained. "Yes, yes; I never vary. It is my love for you that begs you."
But the seconds passed; the hands of Hawk Carse were delicate on her controls; and the Sandra, curving slightly upward, struck, crashed, wrenched terribly in every joint; and then the jolt and the protesting wrench and the spluttering sparks were gone from her, and there was around her only the deep silence of lifeless space.
My Sandra, my beloved, I think I have pardoned you, if I ever pardon anyone! I doubt it; but it is certain that I love you. You have seen Countess Anna, or I would have told you to rest and get over your fatigue. The Lenkensteins are here my poor sister among them. You must show yourself. I was provident enough to call at your mother's for a box of your clothes before I ran out of wretched Milan."
Interrupting, he cried out: "They must be attacking! A light just flashed in the dome!" With his words they all saw the light. The visi-screen, though it did not reveal the asteroid, showed the first weapon with which it struck a lustrous ray of purple which in a blink had leaped out to the Sandra and enfolded her.
Her heart is full of love for him and for her mama; and if they leave their lodgings they are to leave word where they go. Sandra never forgets Italy, and reads the papers. She has a copy of the score of an unknown opera by our Andronizetti, and studies it, and anatomy, English, French, and pure Italian, and can ride a horse. She has made rich friends, who love her.
Satellite III dropped swiftly to concavity, as the Sandra was expertly jockeyed through the rare outer layer of the stratosphere, became a true globe again. The Negro reported: "Through the atmosphere, suh. Orders?" "Full acceleration. Continue visually for the present. I'll work out the true course in a few minutes." "Yes, suh!" The hum of the generators deepened.
But Sandra Belloni has a soul that has not a husband except her Art. Her body is husbanded; but her soul is above her body. You would treat it as below. Art is her soul's husband! Besides, I have her promise. She is a girl who will go up to a loaded gun's muzzle if she gives her word. And besides, her husband may be shot to-morrow. So, all she sings now is clear gain."
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