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They were exactly of a height, too, and when Arithelli disguised herself, she pushed her red hair under a sombrero and black wig. Even Sobrenski's lynx eyes had been at fault in the semi-darkness of the hut, and he had sworn at her in mistake for Vardri.
So he argued, trying to convince himself, yet knowing all the time that Arithelli was not one of the women whose emotions are on the surface. Once before he had seen her cry, and now as then he stood apart. It was for Vardri to dry her tears. He glanced at the clock.
"No, no, he has done nothing. It's just that I don't want you to be up here too long to-night. I want you to do something for me. Will you, Vardri?" "Do you think you'll need to ask me twice to do anything for you, dear?" He stood with his hands on her shoulders, his dark eyes gazing down at her hungrily. "Did you think I was never coming? I stayed behind on purpose.
The candles on the table flickered to and fro in the draught from the open window and she shivered in the midst of some laughing speech and glanced over her shoulder at the door behind her. Vardri, reading her thoughts, said, "You're afraid of something, dear, what is it?" "Nothing, at least I thought someone was listening, was coming in.
It would be to his ultimate advantage not to interfere with Arithelli and Vardri just now, but to let them be together, to see as much of each other as possible. It was as well that Vardri should become thoroughly infatuated, as then he would be certain to take some step that would bring things to a crisis. They would be sure to try to escape out of the country and hide themselves somewhere.
Not one among the conspirators could ride with the exception of Vardri and Emile, and the knowledge of the art possessed by the latter was poor enough. The steeds of the general company went at whatever pace they chose and in what direction they saw fit, and occasionally two or three got wedged together in some narrow place and there was an interlude of kicking and squealing.
No, I'm not accusing you of falling in love with Vardri. I only say, be careful. Even an elf-child can develop suddenly into a woman once she arrives at a knowledge of the fact that there is a man ready to make love to her. Perhaps you do not know it yourself, but you have changed lately. You are losing your fearlessness, your indifference.
Her own emotions had always lain buried deeply, and now they had been called to life she longed for the natural expression of her love through the medium of physical things, by word and touch. "Now for my reward," Vardri said. "I want to take your hair down."
Arithelli had grown into the habit of obedience to him, and if he wished it he could make it practically impossible for her to see Vardri without his knowledge and consent. She would sorrow for her lover at first, but he was a man, and he could make her forget. A thousand little devils crowded close, whispering how easy it would be to get Vardri sent out of the way.
I've wanted to tell you all along, but I always hoped you had guessed." "Perhaps I did, but I preferred that you should tell me yourself. And since when have you become what you call 'a woman'? No, you needn't answer. When I knew that you and Vardri had been together in my rooms, I was certain I had not warned you without reason." "You knew before I did myself."
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