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_.~ Prince Rivani’s face-grew black...
'... “ Lord Ferrers prefers to. ruin women
+ the duel.-
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in reference to. it. Your face. has. told, me.all I want to
<now; my.actions willexplain my motives... Lord Ferrers
will understand that. if I-treat. him. with discourtesy when
we return to the company, that: I do it. to:provide an ex-
suse for our meeting to-morrow morning.” 00.0 2. oy
- “Our. meeting?” said. Blair, who had .scarcely: listened
‘0, and certainly had not understood, :the prince’s. words. .
vith men! Ah, yes!”
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- “This alie!’ hissed the, prince, driven almost mad ‘by _
What he considered Blair’s prevarication, «96
“Thanks,’? said Blair, .with.a short nod.' ‘At: any
rate, Prince Rivani, you. have made it clear why Ishould -
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_. Prinoz Rrvayt opened the door with a low bow, and the |
two men went. back to the salon. The prince was pale
but perfectly self-possessed, and Blair. very. grave and
quiet.’” The picture still.floated before his eyes: the great —
black rock and the white, wan figure still stretched upon
it, almost in the grasp of the cruel waves... His Margaret!
Who could have painted it? And the prince had said that
the picture had made the artist famous! He must find
out that artist and get at the bottom of the mystery. ._...
The salon was fuller. than when he had left it, and he
_ went, and sat down in.a quiet part of the room. to wait.
until the prince had made.some excuse for openly giving
* a reason for the duel of the morrow. - oo
*.. So he sat in his. corner, outward
ly calm and _self-pos-.
sessed, but thinking a great deal, nore of Margaret than
Presently Blair saw.a tall, patrician man, with long hair
and a beard, and the unmistakable air of an artist, enter
the room, and absently noticed that he. was instantly sur-
rounded. He caught the name-it was Signor Alfero,
the great artist;.and scraps of the conversation. floated to ~
lair’s corner... - ene cog
Suddenly he started. They were, talking of the picture;
he leaned forward and listened intently, 6 ow
_ ‘*What have you done with the masterpiece, prince?’
Blair heard him ask: en So,
rather than fight
quietly: “bub. if -
e afraid that I.
- Shall-decline.. Why you should want: to shoot-me-I