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But I thought that he looked a little troubled, as if he were racking his brain for what the Prince could have let out, and was too proud or obstinate to ask. "You are selfish," I said. "Then there's no use my trying to make this ride pleasant for you, by telling you anecdotes of my past or Maida's." At this his profile changed.
We must have been fascinated at the casement for some considerable time. Elza's thought messages had ceased. Abruptly I came to myself. "The Black Cloud of Death!" I turned to Georg and Maida. "Alarm the city! Arouse them all! Alarm " Maida's face was white: she flung off Georg's arm which had been protectingly around her. "The siren " Terrible moments, those that followed.
A spiral, then Georg opened it to a straight glide northward rushing downward and onward through the starlight, in a wind of their own making which fluttered the light fabric of Maida's robe and tossed her waves of hair about her. A long, silent glide, with only the rush of wind. It seemed hours, while the girl did not speak and Georg anxiously searched the sky ahead.
Yet several times she found herself laughing hilarious; and from Maida's warning glance, and the steadying odor which Maida wafted to her, she knew that Tarrano was using the alcholite fumes to intoxicate her. The Red Woman and Tarrano were upon the dais. There came a flash; then darkness. Elza went cold with terror. She sat stiff and silent, while around her surged that turmoil of confusion.
But in accordance with Mamma's simile, to explain to them would have been like explaining to the mountains themselves. By and by, though still going up, we were on snow level. Snow lay white as Maida's thoughts on either side of the steep road, but le corse had run shrieking farther down the mountain, and was not at home in its own high house.
At a quarter to twelve Grace switched into Maida's room. Yes, she looked charming. Red was her color. Maida sat by the window in her old cheviot skirt and blue waist darning a st . Oh, doing fancy work. "Why, goodness me! ain't you dressed yet?" shrilled the red one. "How does it fit in the back? Don't you think these velvet tabs look awful swell? Why ain't you dressed, Maida?"
And turning as I lay there, through the casement I could see the blackened, still smoking ruins of Maida's tower; the broken iron terrace; the spider bridge melted away, hanging loose and dangling like an aimless pendulum. The latest news, Elza and Wolfgar could not give me. The instrument room of our tower had been disconnected by Tarrano when he left some hours before.
She was going home first to get the $4 wrapped in a piece of tissue paper in the bottom drawer of her dresser, and then she was going to pay Schlegel and take the dress home herself. Grace lived in the same house. She occupied the hall room above Maida's. At home Maida found clamor and confusion. The landlady's tongue clattering sourly in the halls like a churn dasher dabbing in buttermilk.
When we arrived on the scene, with our hands full of scents made and bottled by the banished monks, quaint pottery, and photographs of frescoes, general interest was transferred to us, but only for a moment. Even Maida's beauty failed as an attraction beside the starting-handle of the car, when the Chauffeulier turned it.
He's my friend, not yours, and if I choose to consider this wild trick he's playing more a a compliment than anything else, why, it won't hurt you. As for Beechy, she's my child, not yours." This silenced me for the moment, but only until the men appeared. "Are we forgiven?" asked the Prince. "Maida's very angry, and so am I, of course," replied Aunt Kathryn, bridling, and showing both dimples.
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