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Luckily the breeze had waned and the boat danced more gaily than dangerously. It threw little rainbows of spray in the air; he blinked at them, his eyes half closed. In the bow the old dun-colored blanket stirred but he did not see it. A glorious sun swept up, and began to lap thirstily the wavering mists from the surface of the sea. Sonia Turgeinov spoke now softly to the steersman.
But that would be absurd, wouldn't it? Besides, I have my punishment no light one for Sonia Turgeinov who herself has been accustomed to a little adulation in the past. I am de trop." "De trop?" There was a faint uplifting of the brow. "You should not be altogether that." "You mean I should be very friendly with him, my colleague and confidant, n'est ce pas?"
Yet what could there be in common between this beautiful heiress and the gardeurde chiens? No! it was absurd to conceive anything of the kind. Nevertheless Sonia Turgeinov unaccountably began to experience a vague hostility for the young girl; this she might partly attribute to the great gaps of convention separating them.
They might not see it, and then " She shuddered, "How frightfully lonesome! the terrible nights " He made an impatient gesture. "After me, then! You, Miss Dalrymple, will come last." "Ah, you think I am coming because I may wish to help them?" Sonia Turgeinov said quickly. "I intend to take no chances," he returned in the same tone. And the three moved on.
The shafts of light showed now his face, worn and set, yet strangely transfigured. He did not seem to notice her; beneath heavy lids his quick glances shot this way and that to where wisps of mist on the surface of the sea partly obscured the outlook. Sonia Turgeinov divined his purpose; he was looking for the Nevski.
The dark eyes did not swerve from the gray ones. "Did I betray you on the boat?" said Sonia Turgeinov rather haughtily. "No," he conceded. "And yet I knew you! You know that," she affirmed. "Yes; you knew me." Slowly. "Did I tell his excellency who you were, when he had you, a prisoner?" she demanded. And "No," he was obliged to say again. "See." She took from her breast a tiny cross.
Perhaps because it did seem so impossible it won over poor Sonia Turgeinov she who had thrown her cap over the windmills. There would be excitement, fascination in playing such a thrilling part in real life. Were you ever hungry, Prince?" She broke off. "What an absurd question!
"He used to be a patron of the arts, according to report, before the sad accident that befell him." "I think," observed Sonia Turgeinov, with brows bent as if striving to recollect, "I did meet him once. But a poor actress is forced to meet so many princes and nobles, nowadays," she laughed, "that " "True! Only one would not easily forget the prince, the handsomest man in Asia."
A crisp, matter-of-fact voice concealing any agitation the speaker may have felt broke in upon these varied reflections. Mr. Heatherbloom, rather out of breath but quiet and determined, stood before them. "Miss Dalrymple! Mademoiselle! There is no occasion for alarm but it will be necessary; for us to leave here at once!" "To leave?" It was Sonia Turgeinov who spoke.
"Go," she said, "or" almost fiercely "I may change my mind." They went; Sonia Turgeinov turned and looked out over the open space. The approaching figures were now much nearer. Dusk had begun to fall, but still two figures went on through the forest slowly, with obvious effort.
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