Between Snow and Fire — page 108: what you’re looking at

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Too od ee Ss - ‘ ¥ of i | ‘ ; ie —) i ner as wae: = 0) + ) 6 ie _'TWEEN SNO “AND FIRE, . a = * ¢ “Oh, my darling, what if I were never to see you again ! What if you were never to come back to me!” burst forth Eanswyth in a wail of anguish. “ You are going into all kinds of danger, but oh, my loved one, think of me through it all—think of me if you are tempted to do anything fool. hardy. My heart is almost broken at parting with you like this, , Anything—anything more, would break it quite.”’ “T wish to Heaven mere danger was the only thing we had to trouble about,’ he said, rather bitterly. ‘ But let this cheer you, my sweet—cheer us both. You doubted me before—you cannot again. We are both so strong in each other’s love that beside such a possession the whole world is atrifle. And better and brighter times may be—must be, before us——”’ * Hallo, Milne,” shouted the voice of Hoste in the dis- tance. “Where are you, man? ‘Time's up!” Both started—in each other’s embrace—at this horribly jarring and unwelcome reminder. “The fellow needn't bawl like all the bulls of Bashan, confound him!” muttered Eustace with a frown.” ‘‘ RFustace—dearest—must we really part now ?”’ she mur- mured in a broken sob, clinging to him more closely. “First of all, take this,” slipping a small, flat, oblong packet into his hand. “Open it—read it—when you areon your way. I got it ready, thinking we should have no oppor- tunity of being alone together again. And now, love—dear, dear love—good-bye, Heaven bless you—no, I must not say that, I am toowicked. It would be of no avail coming from me——’’ “Tsay, Milne! Are you coming along with usor are you not?” roared Hoste again from his front door. ‘ Because if not, just kindly say so.” “You are under no precise necessity to cause the dead to rise, are you, Hoste ?”’ said Eustace tranquilly, a couple of minutes later, as they stepped within the light of the windows. “ Because, if you had whispered I should have heard you just as well. Asit is, you have about woke up the whole of British Kaffraria, and we shall have the sentries opening fire upon the ve/d¢ at large in a minute. There— there goes the Police bugle already.” “Don't care a hang. We are waiting to start. Here come the horses. Now—Good-bye, everyone, and hurrah for old Kreli!” a, ‘ * . 7 & a ~Gomichbooks (E(o)