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influence would permit him to go back to his home in Russia and live as a prince as before." "But you will not--you cannot--" I began to say to her. "Hush!" she said, laughing a little in my ear. "I certainly shall if you cry out like that"--for the footsteps were drawing nearer again. We leaned closer together against the parapet in the little niche where the creepers grew. And the dark grew more fragrant. She drew the great cloak about us both, round my head also. Her own was close to mine, and the touch of her hair thrilled me, quickening yet more the racing of my heart, and making me light-headed like unaccustomed wine. "Countess!" I said, searching for words to thrill her heart as mine was thrilled already. "Monsieur!" she replied, and drew away the cloak a little, making to leave me, but not as one that really intends to go. "Lucia," I said hastily, "dear Lucy--" "Ah!" she said, and drew the cloak about us again. And what we said after that, is no matter to any. But we forgot, marvel at it who will, to hearken to the footsteps that came and went. They were to us meaningless as the lapse of the waves on the shore, pattering an accompaniment above the soft sibilance of our whispered talk, making our converse sweeter. Yet we had done well to listen a little. "... I think it went in there," said the voice of the Count, very near to us and just above our heads. "I judge it was a white owl." "I shall try to get it for the Countess!" said Henry. Then I heard the most unmistakable, and upon occasion also the most thrilling, of sounds--the clicking of a well-oiled lock. My heart leapt within me--no longer flying in swift, light fashion like footsteps running, but bounding madly in great leaps. Silently I swept the Countess behind me into the recess of the niche, forcing her down upon the stone seat, and bending my body like a shield over her. In a moment Henry's piece crashed close at my ear, a keen pain ran like molten lead down my arm; and, spite of my hand upon her lips, Lucia gave a little cry. "I think I got it that time!" I heard Henry's voice say. "Count, run round and see. I shall go this way." "Run, Lucy," I whispered, "they are coming. They must not find you." "But you are hurt?" she said anxiously. "No," I said, lying to her, as a man does so easily to a woman. "I am not at all hurt. Have I hurt you?" For I had thrust her behind me with all my might. "I cannot tell yet
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