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of Mr. Jones and his henchman to be projected toward the bungalow side by side—one infinitely slender, the other short and broad. othe two visitors stood still and gazed. To keep up the fiction of his invalidism, Mr. Jones, the gentleman, leaned on the arm of Ricardo, the secretary, the top of whose hat just came up to his governor’s shoulder. “Do you see them 2" Heyst whispered into the girl's ear. “Here they are, the envoys of the outer world. Here they are before you—evil intelligence, Vinstinctive savagery, arm in arm. The brute force is at the back. A trio of fitting envoys perhaps— but what about the welcome 2 Suppose I were armed, could I shoot those two down where they stand P Could I ?” Without moving her head, the girl felt for Heyst's hand, pressed it, and thereafter did not let it go. He continued, bitterly playful. ) “I don’t know. I don’t think so. There is a strain in me which lays me under an insensate obligation to avoid even the appearance of murder. I have never pulled a trigger or lifted my hand on a man, even in self-defence.” The suddenly tightened grip of her hand checked him. “They are making a move,” she murmured.
“Can they be thinking of coming here P" Heyst wondered anxiously. “No, they aren’t coming this way,” she said; and there was another pause. “They are going back to their house,” she reported finally. After watching them a little longer, she let go Heyst's hand and moved away from the screen. He followed her into the room. “You have seen them now,” he began. “Think what it was to me to see them land in the dusk, fantasms from the sea—apparitions, chimaeras! And they persist. That's the worst of it—they persist. They have no right to be—but they are. They ought to have aroused my fury. But I have refined everything away by this time—anger, indignation, scorn itself. Nothing's left but disgust. Since you have told me of that abominable calumny, it has become immense—it extends even to myself.” He looked up at her. “But luckily I have you. And if only Wang had not carried off that miserable revolver—yes, Lena, here we are, we two!”/ She put both her hands on his shoulders and looked straight into his eyes. He returned her penetrating gaze. It baffled him. He could not pierce the grey veil of her eyes; but the sadness of her voice thrilled him profoundly.
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“You are not reproaching me?” she asked slowly. “Reproach P What a word between us! /It could only be myself-Abut the mention of Wang has given me an idea. I have been, not exactly cringing, not exactly lying, but still dissembling. you have been hiding yourself, to please me, but still you have been hiding. All this is very dignified. Why shouldn't we try begging now 2 A noble art! Yes, Lena, we must go out together. I couldn't think of leaving you alone, and I must—yes, I must speak to Wang. We shall go and seek that man, who knows what he wants and how to secure what he wants. We will go at once!” “Wait till I put my hair up,” she agreed instantly, and vanished behind the curtain. When the curtain had fallen behind her, she turned her head back with an expression of infinite and tender concern for him—for him whom she could never hope to understand, and whom she was afraid she could never satisfy; as if her passion were of a hopelessly lower quality, unable to appease some exalted and delicate desire of his of: soul. In a couple of minutes she reappeared. ' They left the house by the door of the compound, and passed within three feet of the thunderstruck Pedro, without even looking in his direction. He rose from stooping over a fire of sticks, and, balancing himself clumsily, uncovered his enormous fangs in gaping astonishment. ofhen suddenly he set off rolling on his bandy legs to impart to his masters the astonishing dis
As luck would have it, Ricardo was lounging alone on the veranda of the former counting-house. He scented some new development at once, and ran down to meet the trotting, bear-like figure. The deep, growling noises it made, though they had only a very remote resemblance to the Spanish language, or indeed to any sort of human speech, were from long practice quite intelligible to Mr. Jones's secretary. Ricardo was rather surprised. He had imagined that the girl would continue to keep out of sight. That line apparently was given up. He did not mistrust her. How could he 2 Indeed, he could not think of her existence calmly.
He tried to keep her image out of his mind so that he should be able to use its powers with some approach to that coolness which the complex nature of the situation demanded from him, both for his own sake and as the faithful follower of plain Mr. Jones, gentleman.