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"But this was made for you to wear, Miss Trednoke. Try it. It fits you perfectly, you see. There can be no doubt about your being a princess, now!" "I sometimes feel it, here!" she said, putting her hand on her bosom. She was looking at him as she said it, but her eyes, instead of any longer meeting his, seemed to turn their regard inward, and to traverse strange regions, not of this world.
"This Kamaiakan appears to be a remarkable personage: where did you pick him up?" inquired the professor. "It was rather the other way," Trednoke replied, taking one of his daughter's hands in his, and caressing it. "We are appendages to Kamaiakan.
"They talk about their Atlantises, their submerged continents!" he exclaimed, with a sniff through his wide, hairy nostrils. "Why, Trednoke, do you realize that we are living literally at the bottom of a Mesozoic at any rate, Cenozoic sea?" The gentleman thus indignantly addressed contemplated his questioner with the serenity of one conscious of freedom from geologic responsibility.
"Why, if I'm not mistaken, there are accounts of an Aztecan princess of that name, an ancestress of my wife's family, in some old documents that I have in a box, at home." "That would only add the marvel of heredity to the other marvels," said Meschines. "Suppose we leave the things we can't understand, and come to those we can?" "I have something to say, General Trednoke," said Freeman.
"I would like, in the first place, to hear what General Trednoke has to say about what I have told him," said Freeman, clearing his throat. "Miriam," said the general, "do you wish to be married to this young man?" The old soldier was sitting with her hand in his, and he turned to her as he spoke. She threw her arms round his neck, and pressed her face against his shoulder.
"Yes, for ever so long, twenty years. He's a widower, but he has a daughter Oh, I know you'll fall in love with her!" "Is she like you?" "I don't know. I've never seen her, or General Trednoke either." "Come to think of it, though, nobody is like you, Grace. Now, will you be so good as to apologize again?" "Don't you think you're rather exacting, Harvey?"
"Well, she died, rest her soul! and Parsloe too. But they had a daughter, and she survives them." "And resembles her mother, eh? No, Trednoke, the time for that sort of thing has gone by with me. Susan might have had me, five-and-forty years ago; but I can't undertake to revive my passion for the benefit of Mrs. Parsloe's daughter.
"If Jason came, the Dragon might appear." "I remember reading somewhere that the Dragon was less to be feared than Medea's eyes. But this fleece seems to have lost most of its gold. There is only a little gold embroidery." "It shows where the gold is hidden." "It's you that are concealing something now, Miss Trednoke. How can a woollen garment be a talisman?"
Yet he was conscious of the approaching tread of horses' feet, and recollected the hail that had come from the desert. Soon loomed up the shadowy figures of mounted men, and they came so near that he was constrained to call out, "Mind where you're going! You'll be over us!" "Who are you?" said a voice, which sounded like that of General Trednoke, as they reined up.
"You shan't be," she whispered; and then, just when they were approaching the point where their eyes might have been opened, in came General Trednoke. The group round the Golden Fleece broke up. The general wore his riding-dress, and his bearing was animated, though he was covered with dust. "I was wondering what had become of you all," he said, as the others gathered about him.
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