highest. She received him, therefore, when he arrivedat
They peered out of the open window. The plaza was gloomy, and at first glance apparently deserted. In a moment, however, Gale made out a slow-pacing dark form on the path. Farther down there was another. No particular keenness was required to see in these forms a sentinel-like stealthiness.
Gripping Gale's arm, Thorne pulled back from the window.
"You saw them," he whispered. "It's just as I feared. Rojas has the place surrounded. I should have taken Mercedes away. But I had no time--no chance! I'm bound!...There's Mercedes now! My God!...Dick, think--think if there's a way to get her out of this trap!"
Gale turned as his friend went down the room. In the dim light at the head of the stairs stood the slim, muffled figure of a woman. When she saw Thorne she flew noiselessly down the stairway to him. He caught her in his arms. Then she spoke softly, brokenly, in a low, swift voice. It was a mingling of incoherent Spanish and English; but to Gale it was mellow, deep, unutterably tender, a voice full of joy, fear, passion, hope, and love.
Upon Gale it had an unaccountable effect. He found himself thrilling, wondering.
Thorne led the girl to the center of the room, under the light where Gale stood. She had raised a white hand, holding a black-laced mantilla half aside. Dick saw a small, dark head, proudly held, an oval face half hidden, white as a flower, and magnificent black eyes.
"Mercedes--Dick Gale, an old friend--the best friend I ever had."
She swept the mantilla back over her head, disclosing a lovely face, strange and striking to Gale in its pride and fire, its intensity.
- and ran like a hare, her yellow silk dress gleaming in
- be confessed that the architectural aspect of the universal
- threatening chaos of the neighbouring Powers should be
- every advantage of a well-nursed prestige and a carefully
- December 1st. — We steered for the island of Lemuy. I
- is enough to drive the national mind to distraction. Yet
- amiable Busch, the Chancellor’s pet “reptile” of
- phrase into the use of an inexact form. The form of his
- nearly pure Indian inhabitants. They were much surprised
- In July of last year I was a stranger in a strange city
- perhaps, rare minds had a suspicion of that possibility,
- by the memorable difference in the spiritual state of the
- to peer through the fog ahead, he turned and descended
- war-temper is artlessly revealed in the prattle of the
- the same covetous steadiness, for he has become of late
- And now, when there is a possibility of serious internal
- a short time we were surrounded by a large group of the
- It can only end. By no industry of investigation, by no
- to dead leaves in every drawer of every benevolent theorist’s
- as something much more solid and more difficult to get
- lamp was incapable of penetrating the fog. He groped with
- trusted to the fresh receptivity of these young beings
- could be regarded as a craven acceptance of all the material
- be presented to Poland as the initial document, the charter
- in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening
- too, have survived. The revolutions of European States
- touching a question which certainly had no merit of actuality
- I will not say that I had not observed something of that
- and phlox that drew him to the perfumed air of the garden,
- begins with a war which is like the explosive ferment of
- looking for so many years, is not a greater monstrosity
- assimilation with the Polish form was not the result of
- which marks the natural boundary of the country that the
- not Russia issuing next year, or the year after next, from
- of faith that he could not survive the first shock of doubt.
- partition lay simply in the fact that it happened to be
- and the land was wooded down to the water’s edge. In
- No war will be waged for an idea. The “noxious idle aristocracies”
- have never been in the nature of absolute protests en masse
- even than a Bismarckian sense. The very fear of this spectre
- Max realized that he must lower his head if he would follow.
- especially after it had been pointed out in answer to my
- was extremely indignant, but I, indulging in that detachment
- destruction of dignity, of truth, of rectitude, of all
- the steps again, finding himself now nearly up to his armpits
- West, leaving so much anguish and so much pride behind
- by only one reader out of each hundred, there must be something
- statesman of the old tradition disconsolately exclaimed)
- and one man even sent us a cask of cider as a present.
- city remains as yet inconceivable — that the very ground