He
remembered also, all at once, the very first words he had heard her speak: “I was
not born to this. It’s for you to say if I may
sit on it. She would always be waiting upon this boy, he mused. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little
morsel of lace. He was a comforting,
humorous old ruffian; but there were few men in the Orient more deeply read in
psychology and physiognomy. He could
not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and
brandishing a defiant pistol. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but
neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. The fascination of the idea of throwing
himself upon his knees and crying out all that was in his heart! As his eyes began
to focus objects, he saw one of her arms extended upon the counterpane, in his
direction, the hand clenched tightly.
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