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It's called, 'The Victim' a lad with a face like Larpent's daughter, fighting a leopard." Saltash spoke with easy conviction, his restless eyes flashing to and fro, often glancing but never resting upon the girl beside him. "That's what you're thinking of. It's an unsatisfactory sort of picture. One wonders which is 'The Victim. But that is Spentoli all over. He always leaves one wondering."
"Do we not rather receive such gifts as the gods send us in more or less of a grudging spirit?" Spentoli smiled. "I did not think you would marry one so young," he said. "She has the athletic look of a boy. She reminds me " "Of a picture called 'The Victim' by one Spentoli!" Saltash's voice was suave. "A cruel picture, mon ami, but of an amazing merit. I have seen the likeness also.
Spentoli tried to ruin me, but I dodged him, and then when he trapped me the hell-hound I did my best to murder him!" The breath suddenly whistled through her teeth. "I tried to stab him to the heart. God knows I tried! But I suppose it wasn't in the right place, for I didn't get there. I left him for dead I thought he was dead till that day in Paris.
"Don't fret yourself, ma chère!" he said. "I know all there is to know all about Rozelle all about Larpent all about Spentoli." "You you don't know this," said Toby. "You you you don't know why I ran away from you in Paris!" "Don't I?" he said, and she heard the irony of his voice. "I have an agile brain, my child. I can generally jump the gaps pretty successfully."
"She is all heart!" cried Spentoli, with flashing eyes. Saltash laughed aloud. "That also is sometimes a drawback, mon ami. I gather she is the attraction who has drawn you here." "She draws all the world," said Spentoli. And with that he sprang to his feet, for there was a general stir in the vestibule, such as might herald the coming of a queen.
The cynical lines in Saltash's face deepened very perceptibly. He shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. "Who is the man with her?" demanded Spentoli. "I have never seen him before the man with the face of a Dane. Do you know him?" "Yes, I know him," said Saltash. "Then who is he? Some new lover?" There was suppressed eagerness in the question. Spentoli's eyes were smouldering again.
We never really loved each other. I wasn't his sort or he mine. He doesn't want me back. I wouldn't go if he did. I ran away with that damn cur Spentoli to give you a chance to drop me. I couldn't face you after you knew everything. You'd never loved me, and I'd tricked you too badly. I knew you'd want to get free. Why didn't you start in and get a divorce? Why didn't you? Why didn't you?"
"Do you know, Miss Melrose, it's rather curious, but you remind me of Spentoli too in some ways? I don't know if you and Miss Larpent possess the same characteristics, but I imagine you might develop them, given the same conditions." Sheila stiffened at the words. "I am sure you are quite wrong," she said coldly. "Captain Larpent's daughter is quite obviously a child of impulse. I am not."
He tracked her down, captured her again, tried to make a slave of her. But she was like a wild creature. She stabbed him one night and fled. That was Rozelle's trouble. She had never been able to hear of her again. She begged me to find and save her. I promised to do my best. But there was no need to search very far. To-night Spentoli pulled the wires again. It was he who switched on that light.
But she does not know Paris well." Saltash spoke carelessly. "I am not showing her everything at once. I think that is a mistake." "That is true," agreed Spentoli. "The freshness of youth is gone all too soon. But she will be superbly beautiful in a few years' time. Will you permit me to congratulate you on the excellence of your choice?" Saltash grimaced. "Do we ever choose?" he said.
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