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"Yes, I know," said Zara, seating herself on a stump and swinging her legs to and fro, after she had kissed Bessie, still laughing. "I'm not afraid of her, though, Bessie. She'd never catch me she can't run fast enough! And if she ever touched me " The smile vanished suddenly from Zara's olive skinned face. Her eyes gleamed. "She'd better look out for herself!" she said.
He had so rapidly recovered that the doctor had not thought it necessary to let any one know, and she, Mrs. Morley guessing how busy one must be ordering a trousseau when there was no danger had refrained from sending a letter, to be forwarded from the given address. Here Zara's eyes had flashed, and she had said sternly,
He was a spare, unintelligent, henpecked, elderly man, and she, a stout, forbidding-looking lady. She had prominent, shortsighted eyes, and she used longhandled glasses; she had also three chins, and did not resemble the Guiscards in any way, except for her mouth and her haughty bearing. Zara's manner was that of an empress graciously receiving foreigners in a private audience!
Suddenly a something attracted my gaze, which first surprised and then horrified me. The jewel the electric stone on Zara's bosom no longer shone! It was like a piece of dull unpolished pebble. Grasping at the meaning of this, with overwhelming instinctive rapidity, I sprang up and caught the arm of Heliobas. "You you!" I whispered hurriedly. "YOU can restore her!
And he" the girl Zara's eyes lighted fiercely up "didst see him, Pietro?" "I have seen him, spoken to him, told him the past, and terrified him for the future. There is a son, Zara a new-born son." "Dog and son of a dog!" Zara cried, furiously. "May curses light upon him in the hour of his birth, and upon all who bear his hated name!
He wrote a letter to Ethelrida, and his uncle-in-law that was to be. How ridiculous that sounded! He would be his uncle and Zara's cousin now, by marriage!
I unbound him, gave him food and wine and as soon as he was sufficiently recovered ordered my droshka and took him to Zara's house. I made him wait until I had gone to her, and told her of my last interview with the emperor, and I succeeded in securing her reluctant consent to go to the palace with me that day.
Mirko should never be deserted the adored mother could die in peace about that. Her last words came back now out of the glowing coals: "I have been happy with Mimo, after all, my Chérisette, with you and Mimo and Mirko. It was worth while " And so she had gasped and died. And here the tears gathered and blurred the flaming coals. But Zara's decision had come. There was no other way.
John had proved a regular martinet; he had countermanded her orders, interfered about the household bills had even accused her of lining her own pocket. As for little Johnny the bait originally thrown out to induce her to accept the post he had long since been sent to boarding-school. "A thoroughly bad, unprincipled boy!" was Zara's verdict.
"No, it didn't make any difference," said the lawyer, gloomily. "As for finding out things, well, I have, and I haven't! There's no trace of Zara, but there's other news." "What is it?" "Well, it's mighty queer, I'll say that for it. When I went to see Zara's father this morning, he refused to see me sent out word that he didn't want me to act as his lawyer any more.
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