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"I will leave my second gun here for him. It is quite time I took up my place. The beaters will be in the wood directly." He leaned one of the guns against the stone wall, and with the other under his arm, opened the gate for Pauline to pass through. They crossed the field diagonally, and came to a standstill at a spot marked by a tiny flag. All the time Saton watched them with fascinated eyes.
He let himself into the house in Regent's Park with his latchkey, and went thoughtfully upstairs. The room was still brilliantly illuminated, and the woman who was sitting over the fire, turned round to greet him. "Well?" she asked. Saton divested himself of his hat and coat. Madame's black eyes were still fixed upon him. He came slowly across towards her. "Well?" she repeated.
"Take her," Saton said, "if she will go. Take her, because you are strong and she is weak. Lead her by the arm, guide her as you will, only be sure that you leave nothing with me." He sat down upon the rock, and with folded arms looked away from them even as though they had not existed across to the world of shadows and vague places.
"It is so unlucky," she murmured. "I have just paid a huge dressmaker's bill, and I have lost at bridge every night for a week. Do the best you can for me, dear Mr. Saton." He leaned towards her, but he was too great an artist not to realize that her feeling for him was one of pure indifference. He was to be made use of, if possible to be dazzled a little, perhaps, but nothing more.
Go slow! I'm off. I've only a minute for the boat." Saton laid down the receiver on the instrument. "If it must be," he said, turning to Rachael, "I will go down to Blackbird's Nest to-morrow." Lois came walking down the green path that led to the wood, her head a little tilted back to watch the delicate tracery of the green leaves against the sky, her thoughts apparently far away.
"I was a fool to come, Violet," Saton admitted, "and I am going at once. You think, then, that he was a detective?" "I am sure of it," she answered. "I was sure of it, from the moment he came in." "I will go," Saton said. "Did you come to see me?" she asked, with a momentary softening in her tone. Saton nodded. "It must be another time," he said.
"I was not thinking of the personal side of the affair so far as you and I are concerned, I have accepted your declaration. I claim no jurisdiction over your correspondence. I mean as regards Saton." "No! What?" she asked. "It seems to me highly possible," he declared, "that Saton was in league with these blackmailers, whoever they may have been.
Grant for a moment that Naudheim, and that even this bounder Saton, are honest, what possible good can it do you or me to hang upon their lips, to become their disciples?" "Oh, I don't know!" she answered. "Yet it's hideously fascinating, Henry hideously! And the man himself Bertrand Saton. I can't tell what there is about him. I only know " She broke off in the middle of her sentence.
"Your commercial instincts," Rochester remarked, "have not been thoroughly aroused, then?" The young man smiled. "Do I need to tell you," he asked, "that great wealth was not among the things I saw that night?" "That was a marvelous motor-car in which you passed me," remarked the other. "It belongs to the lady," Saton said, "who brought me down from London." Rochester nodded.
"It was," he answered. She drew back, shuddering. "But why?" she asked. "He has never done you any harm." "On the contrary," Saton answered, "he is my enemy. With all my heart and soul I wish him dead!" "It is terrible!" she murmured. "It is the truth," he answered. "The truth sometimes is terrible. That is why people so often evade it. Listen.
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