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Food was provided for the wayfarers, and Tullis's tent was made ready for the Countess and her maid. "Truxton," said he, "we will have to find other quarters for the night. I've let my apartment furnished." "She's gloriously beautiful, John," was all that Truxton said, puffing moodily at his pipe. He was thinking of one more beautiful, however.
But the Countess deliberately turned away from the table, her cheeks flaming with the consciousness that a smile had swept the circle behind her graceful back. "Ridiculous," she said, and avoided John Tullis's gaze. "I don't care to hear any more. Come, Baron You are next."
"I knowed we'd whip them," shouted the Prince, wriggling gleefully in John Tullis's straining embrace half an hour after the latter had ridden through the gate. Tears streamed down the big man's face. One arm held the boy, the other encircled the sister he had all but lost. In the Monastery of St.
By George, I I can't believe that any such luck no, no, I don't mean it just that way! Let me think it out. Let me get it through my head." He leaned back against the wall and devoured her with eager, disturbing eyes. "You are Tullis's sister? You live near Oh, I say, this is glorious!" He arose and took a turn about the room.
"No more his aunt in reality than Jack Tullis is his uncle. I thought you understood." "Who are you, then?" "I am Jack Tullis's sister, a New Yorker bred and born, and I live not more than two blocks from your " "For the love of " he began blankly; then words failed him, which was just as well. He gulped twice, joy or unbelief choking him.
Gaudy shawls covered their shoulders. One was tall and slender, with a bearing that was not peasant-like. It was she who held Tullis's intense, unbelieving gaze until they were well inside the fire-light. She walked ahead of her companions. Suddenly he sprang forward with a cry of amazement. It was the Countess Ingomede. Her arrival created a sensation.
"We should be wise enough to guard against any move he may make; it is imperative that we should not be caught napping." "I don't believe he has taken my daughter away by force. Why should he do so? She goes to him voluntarily at the end of each visit. There is no coercion." He met John Tullis's stony gaze without flinching.
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