He began to lift it up.
And then suddenly there came a sharp struggle between his hands as
lacking in science as the fight of a wild animal for freedom, and as
effectual. With a gasping effort the boy wrenched himself free and was
gone. He went like a streak of lightning, and the two men were left
facing one another.
"What a slippery little devil!" commented Saltash.
"Yes," said Antonio vindictively, "a devil indeed, milord! And I will
have no more of him. I will have no more. I hope he will starve!"
"How awfully nice of you, Antonio!" said Saltash lightly. "Being the end
of the season, he probably will."
Antonio smacked his red lips with relish. "Ah, probably! Probably!" he
said.
CHAPTER II
ADIEU
It was growing late and the _fete_ was in full swing when Saltash
sauntered down again under the cypress-trees to the water's edge. The sea
was breaking with a murmurous splashing; it was a night for dreams.
In the flower-decked bandstand an orchestra of stringed instruments was
playing very softly--fairy-music that seemed to fill the world with magic
to the brim. It was like a drug to the senses, alluring, intoxicating,
maddeningly sweet.
Saltash wandered along with his face to the water on which a myriad
coloured lights rocked and swam.
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