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And added: "For all." "Betty." The stars twinkled madly. Pulsating waves seemed to vibrate in the air. A moment he continued to stare into the darkness, then again turned. He had not seen how the girl's hand had suddenly closed, and her slender form had swayed. As restlessly he resumed his sentinel's duty, Sonia Turgeinov's last words once more recurred to him.
And yet that odd familiar fragrance It seemed to belong to a foreign bizarre personality such as Sonia Turgeinov's. Crushing in his palm the veil he thrust it into his pocket. He would find out more below, possibly; if she had actually passed this way. A feverish zest was born anew; the authorities were looking for her as well as for himself, he remembered.
"Well?" said Mr. Heatherbloom loudly, in French. "What do you want? Haven't I given orders not to be " His voice died away; he nearly dropped the receivers. A woman answered. Moreover, the wires did not seem to "sing" so much now. Sonia Turgeinov's tones were transmitted in all their intrinsic, flute-like lucidity. "What has happened, your Excellency?" she asked anxiously.
"Some one at a table out there on the balcony sent a request by the head waiter for it," said a member of Sonia Turgeinov's party a Parisian artist, not long in Moscow. "An American, no doubt," she answered absently, sipping her wine.
"There is no time to bandy words, Madam," he retorted warmly. "I am not oblivious to you I trust I would not be to any woman but every minute now is precious." "Of course!" An instant she looked at the girl and a spark appeared in the dark eyes. Then Sonia Turgeinov's features abruptly relaxed and she waved her hand carelessly. "I have decided," she said in her old manner. "Go!
The bubbles seethed around Mr. Heatherbloom's legs; unmindful of them or the shifting sands beneath foot, he strode straight as might be for the shore. His burden was not a heavy one but it seemed very still and unyielding. Around Sonia Turgeinov's rich lips a mocking smile seemed to play; she arose at once. "How charming! How very gallant!" she murmured.
Her eyes, bent seaward, saw nothing now of the leaping waves; her face was fixed as a cameo's. Only her hair stirred, wind-tossed, all in motion like her thoughts. And regarding her, Sonia Turgeinov's eyes began to harden a little. Did the woman regret for the moment what she had said, divining again some play within a play?
His eyes met another's at the window, rested a moment on a woman's face which then suddenly vanished. But not before he realized that she, too, had seen him seen and recognized. He had caught in that fleeting instant, wonder, irony, incredulity a growing understanding! Then he heard a soft laugh a musical but devilish laugh Sonia Turgeinov's! Mr.
"You should find biscuits in a basket and water in a cask," he said, speaking to both of them, and, at the same time, to immeasurable distance. "If you don't mind looking I can't very well." At that, a nervous laugh welled from Sonia Turgeinov's throat; she had to give way. Possibly the absurd thought seized her that all the tragedies and comedies might be simmered down to one thing.
"Affected, Monsieur?" said the Frenchman. "You mean this great noble of the steppe is no longer right, mentally?" "He is one of the keenest satraps in Asia, Monsieur. His brain is as alert as ever, only he has suffered a complete loss of memory." Sonia Turgeinov's interest was of a distinctly artificial nature; she tapped on the floor with her foot; then abruptly arose.
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