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Suppose we make good our first attack, and seize a strong position isn't it probable we may receive assistance from your partisans?" "Perhaps among the convicts," was De Sylva's grim reply. "No officials, or soldiers?" "Not one. They are chosen for this service on account of their animosity against the former Government.
"Any calculations he needs, of course." He looked about him with a confident, modestly complacent air. Bors walked with Morgan and his daughter to the airlock. He turned to Gwenlyn. "I don't mean to be ungallant, refusing to let you run risks." "I'm flattered but annoyed," Gwenlyn answered. "It means I'll have to take drastic measures. Luck!" She and her father went into the Sylva's space-boat.
De Sylva's incisive accents helped to bridge a moment fraught with possibilities, for it would be idle to assume that this polyglot gathering was composed of Bayards. Self-preservation is apt to prove stronger than chivalry under such circumstances.
His apparent gravity drew the girl's thoughts for an instant from contemplating her own unhappiness. "How could you have done that?" she asked. "We are going there to suit Senhor De Sylva's ends. We have suffered so much already for his sake that we could hardly betray him now." Hozier spread wide his hands with a fine affectation of amazement. "I wasn't talking about De Sylva," he cried.
She used to be so fond of quoting Carmen Sylva's speech, 'A woman does not become a mother, she is a mother from her birth. A woman's family satisfies her vocation, but does not create it. And she used to tell me to mother my pupils. 'You must love them hard, she would say, 'and live their young lives as well as your own; but, thank God, we can always find objects for our love.
Moreover, this dethroned ruler was by way of being a philosopher. "I hate drunkards," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "You cannot trust them. If I had been surrounded by trustworthy men, I should not " He broke off. There was a sound of hurrying footsteps on the steep pathway. A figure, clad in rags that surpassed even De Sylva's, appeared in the entrance. A brief colloquy took place.
The girl's sweet, low-pitched voice sounded inexpressibly sad in that vaulted place. Even De Sylva's studied control gave way before its music. He uttered some anguished appeal to the deity in his own tongue, and flung out his hands impulsively.
De Sylva's words, amplifying his own vague recollection of the scene on board the Andromeda, enabled him to construct a picture of events as they were. And his blood boiled when he thought of Iris, snatched many times from death, only to face it once more in the ravening form of starvation and thirst. "Attack!" he said hoarsely. "How is that possible?
The dark scar on De Sylva's forehead had grown a shade lighter, but there was no other visible sign of anger in his face, and his luminous eyes peered steadily into Hozier's. "Let me understand!" he said. "You hold my life as forfeit if any mischance befalls Miss Yorke?" "Yes." "I accept that. Of course, you no longer challenge my direction of affairs?"
Here, however, is a short telegram from Paris which is of minor interest." And Verity read again: "PARIS, September 6th. The members of Dom Corria De Sylva's family, seen early this morning at the Hotel Continental, deny that any lady connected with the cause of Brazilian freedom took part in the attempted rescue of the ex-President.
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