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Had she come to that period of reaction in evil when there is an agonised desire to turn back towards the good? He gave the portrait to her. Sitting in Alencon Barre's room an hour later, Shorland told him in substance the result of his conference with Gabrielle, and begged his consideration for Luke if the worst should happen.
Again the teeth of the devouring poison fastened on him, and, when it left him, a grey pallor had settled upon the face. Blake Shorland said to him gently: "How do you feel about it all?" As if in gentle protest the head moved slightly. "All's well, all's well," the low voice said.
You wish to speak to M. Shorland well!" He waved his hand to her and walked away from them. Gabrielle paused a moment, looking sharply at Blake Shorland, then she said: "Monsieur will come with me?" She led the way into another room, the boudoir, sitting-room, breakfast- room, library, all in one.
Criminal kings with gold are welcome; criminal subjects without gold ah, that is another matter, monsieur. It is just the same. They may be gentlemen many are; if they escape to Australia or go as liberes, they are hunted down. That is English, and they hate the English my children." Gabrielle's voice was directed to M. Barre, but her eyes were on Shorland.
Shorland stooped to pick it up, but, as he did so, he heard a low exclamation from Gabrielle. He looked up. She pointed to the portrait, and said gaspingly: "My God look! look!" She leaned forward and touched the portrait in his hand. "Look! look!" she said again. And then she paused, and a moment after laughed. But there was no mirth in her laughter it was hollow and nervous.
There was but one hope to break out, to meet the soldiers hand to hand and fight for passage to the friendly jungle and to the sea, where they might trust to that Providence who appears to help even the wicked sometimes. As Shorland looked upon the scene he thought of Alencon Barre's words: "It is always the same with France, always the same." The fight grew fiercer, the soldiers pressed nearer.
But Shorland could not get rid of the feeling of active malevolence in them. The mouth was neither small nor sensuous, the chin was strong without being coarse, the figure was not suggestive. The hands confound the woman's eyes! Why could he not get rid of the feeling they gave him?
It was the swift amalgamation of two kindred natures in the flame of a perfect sincerity, for even with the dramatic element so strongly developed in him, the Englishman was downright and true. His friendship was as tenacious as his head was cool. On the evening of the third day Shorland noticed that the strap of his spur was frayed. He told his native servant to attend to it.
But Shorland could not get rid of the feeling of active malevolence in them. The mouth was neither small nor sensuous, the chin was strong without being coarse, the figure was not suggestive. The hands confound the woman's eyes! Why could he not get rid of the feeling they gave him?
Had she come to that period of reaction in evil when there is an agonised desire to turn back towards the good? He gave the portrait to her. Sitting in Alencon Barre's room an hour later, Shorland told him in substance the result of his conference with Gabrielle, and begged his consideration for Luke if the worst should happen.
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