"Come to ze vaiting-room!" he whispered. "Zere shall ve be safe!"
Alack for the luck of the Baron von Blitzenberg! Out of the very door they were approaching stepped a solitary lady, sole passenger from the south train, and at the sight of those three, linked arm in arm, she staggered back and uttered a cry more piercing than the engine's distant whistle.
His rescuers said nothing, but clung to him the more tightly, while in the Baroness's startled eyes a harder light began to blaze.
He cleared his throat, but the process seemed to take some time, and in the meanwhile he felt the grip of his deliverers relax.
"Who is that lady?" demanded Eleanor.
"His wife," replied the Baroness.
The Baron felt his arms freed now; but still his Alicia waited an answer. It came at last, but not from the Baron's lips.
"Well, here you all are!" said a cheerful voice behind them.
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which simply reek of oriental voluptuousness and cruelty.
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imperceptibly. She was caught in a current of that “sacred
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of the opening revealed. A pair of wooden steps rested
all the inhabitants came down to the beach to see us pitch
companion passed under the lamp in a rusty bracket which
in water. He just managed to get in under the sluice gate
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