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Updated: June 27, 2025
BARING GOULD. KITTY ALONE. By S. BARING GOULD, Author of 'Mehalah, 'Cheap Jack Zita, etc. Fourth Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s. 'A strong and original story, teeming with graphic description, stirring incident, and, above all, with vivid and enthralling human interest. Daily Telegraph. 'Brisk, clever, keen, healthy, humorous, and interesting. National Observer.
He followed the main track, however, until he came to the banks of a small stream, and there the trail was completely lost, for the monster had stepped into the water. Locke waded to the other bank and hunted for further tracks, but there were none to be found. The Automaton had undoubtedly waded up-stream to the point where he had decided to dispose of Zita.
Nyle, who was somewhat older than his wife, was one of these placid, easy going husbands that the world knows little about on account of their retirement and admirable domestic qualities. Zita was then a pretty, growing girl of sixteen summers and Louis a handsome boy of eighteen.
She, too, now heard the inventor exact a promise from Eva and Locke not to fail to be at his workshop at eight that night. Zita had but a second to glide backward from the door as the inventor came out into the hallway where she stood. He gazed at her in such a strange, fixed manner that an uncanny feeling came over her. Then he passed out, just as Balcom came down the stairs.
"It is hurt," the Gadfly repeated; "it can go to the Refuge to-morrow, if necessary, but I must see to the child first and give it some food." Zita made a little grimace of disgust. "You've got its head right against your shirt! How CAN you? It is dirty!" The Gadfly looked up with a sudden flash of anger. "It is hungry," he said fiercely. "You don't know what that means, do you?"
Thus it was that Eva, determined at keeping her appointment with the inventor at all costs, entered the hallway at just this unpropitious moment. To her it looked as if Locke and Zita were very familiar. Could it be that Quentin was such a cad? She could not deny the evidence of her eyes. Indignantly she brushed past them and rushed up the stairs.
"Yes, it is Zita," he said slowly; "with her officer friends. She tried to come in here the other night, before Riccardo came. I should have gone mad if she had touched me!" "But she does not know," Gemma protested softly. "She cannot guess that she is hurting you." "She is like a Creole," he answered, shuddering. "Do you remember her face that night when we brought in the beggar-child?
Under an enormous overhanging rock he saw about fifteen men standing, while against the cliff he could distinguish the form of a girl. It was undoubtedly Zita. Sitting on a rock and quite close to her was Peter Brent. The emissaries were clustered around the central figure, which was waving its arms of steel and indicating what they should do.
With a sob of excited happiness Eva rushed to embrace him. As Locke stood behind him, Zita and Doctor Q walked to the other end of the room, turning sidewise to the group. Suddenly Brent turned his eyes away from Eva and noticed Doctor Q for the first time. "Who is that?" he asked Eva. "Why, father, that is " At the sound of voices Doctor Q had turned around.
As she came to the last line, her voice began suddenly to shake. "Ah, no matter! More was lost " She broke down with a sob and hid her face among the ivy leaves. "Zita!" The Gadfly rose and took the guitar from her hand. "What is it?" She only sobbed convulsively, hiding her face in both hands. He touched her on the arm. "Tell me what is the matter," he said caressingly.
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