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Collecting Kanoffskie's effects took Barnwell to various places, and among others to the governor's palace. Here he encountered Zora Vola, the girl whose knouting he had witnessed and resented. It appeared that the governor had inquired into her case after the occurrence, and had taken her to the palace laundry. The recognition was mutual and instant.
"The Nunsmere air will rest you," she said demurely. "I don't think much of the air if you're not in it. It's like whiskey-less soda water." He drew a long breath. "My God! It's good to see you again. You're the one creature on this earth who believes in the Cure as I do myself." Zora glanced at him guiltily. Her enthusiasm for the Cure as a religion was tepid.
She hesitated, looking for some way of escape: if she passed them she would see something she always saw something that would send the red blood whirling madly. "Here, you! loafing again, damn you!" She saw the black whip writhe and curl across the shoulders of the plough-boy. The boy crouched and snarled, and again the whip hissed and cracked. Zora stood rigid and gray.
Septimus walked back to his club after his dinner with Zora, blessing his stars for two reasons: first, because a gracious providence had restored him to favor in his goddess's sight, and, secondly, because he had escaped without telling her of the sundered lives of Emmy and himself.
The Mediterranean met the horizon in a blue so intense that the soul ached to see it. The heart of spring throbbed in the deep bosom of summer. The air as they sped through it was like cool spiced wine. Zora listened to Clem Sypher's dithyrambics. The wine of the air had got into his head. He spoke as she had heard no man speak before.
So he squared his jaw and cheated Zora deliberately in the matter of the cut timber. He placed every obstacle in the way of getting tenants for the school land. Here Johnson, the "faithful nigger," was of incalculable assistance. He was among the first to hear the call for prospective tenants.
"Zora!" he whispered. "Bles," she answered softly, and they went silently in to their people. All at once, from floor to roof, the whole school-house was lighted up, save a dark window here and there. Then some one slipped out into the darkness and soon watch-fire after watch-fire flickered and flamed in the night, and then burned vividly, sending up sparks and black smoke.
She sprang to her feet and clutched his arm. "Never. Never, do you hear? I couldn't bear it. Mother, Zora I couldn't see them again. Last night they nearly drove me into hysterics. What do you suppose I came out for at this hour, if it wasn't to avoid meeting them? Let us go on. If I die on the road, so much the better." "Perhaps," said Septimus, "I could carry you."
She was bewildered by the storm of words, and could only say, rather stupidly: "Why can't it?" Emmy thew two or three short breaths. The notion had come again. The temptation was irresistible. Zora should know, having brought it on herself. She opened the door. "Madame Bolivard!" she cried. And when the Frenchwoman appeared she pointed to the bassinette. "Take baby into the bedroom.
"Yes," she acknowledged politely, "few of us can afford maids, and therefore we do not usually arrange for them; but I think we can have your protégée look on from the gallery. Good-afternoon." As Mrs. Vanderpool drove home she related the talk to Zora. Zora was silent at first. Then she said deliberately: "Miss Wynn was right." "Why, Zora!" "Did Helene attend the ball four years ago?"
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