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  “Isay,Major,“saidJeekie,“ifyougobblechopsofastyougoillinside。Poorniggerlikemecan’tkeepupwithyouandsleephungryto-night。“

  “Iamsorry,Jeekie,“saidAlanwithalittlelaugh,“butIcan’teatofflivingtables,especiallywhentheystareatonelikethat。Youtellthemthatto-morrowwewillbreakfastalone。“

  “Oh,yes,Itellthem,Major,butIdon’tknowiftheylisten。Theymeanitgreatcomplimentandonlythinkyounotlikethosegirlsandsendothers。“

  “Lookhere,Jeekie,“exclaimedAlan,turninghismaskedfacetowardsthetwowhoremained,“letuscometoanunderstandingatonce。Clearthemout。TellthemIamsoholythatLittleBonsaisenoughforme。

  SayIcan’tbearthesightoffemales,andthatiftheystophereI

  willsacrificethem。Sayanythingyoulike,onlygetridofthemandlockthedoor。“

  Thusadjured,Jeekiebegantoreasonwiththewomen,andastheytreatedhisremarkswithloftydisdain,atlastseizedfirstoneandthentheotherbytheelbowsandliterallyranthemoutoftheroom。

  “There,“hesaid,“baggagegonesinceyoumakesuchfussaboutit,thoughI’specttheytrytogivemeBeanforthisjob“herehespokenotinfigurativeEnglishslang,butoftheCalabarbean,whichisafavouritenativepoison。“Well,dinnergoneandgirlsgone,andwetired,sobestgotobed。Thinkweallprivateherenow,thoughinGoldHousenevercanbesure,“andhelookedroundhimsuspiciously,adding,“rummyplace,GoldHouse,fullofallsortofholesmadebyoldfellowsthousandyearago,whichnooneknowbutBonsapriests。

  Still,bestriskitandtakeoffyourfacesothatyouhavedecentwash,“andhebegantounlacethemaskonhismaster’shead。

  NeverhasaCityclerkdressedupforafancyballinthearmourofaNormanknight,beenmoregladtogetridofhiscostumethanwasAlanofthathatefulhead-dress。Atlengthitwasgonewithhisothergarmentsandthemuch-neededwashaccomplished,afterwhichheclothedhimselfinakindoflinengownwhichapparentlyhadbeenprovidedforhim,andlaydownononeofthecouches,placinghisrevolverbyhisside。

  “Willthoselampsburnallnight,Jeekie?“heasked。

  “Hopeso,Major,aswehaven’tgotnomatch。NotfondofdarkinGoldHouse,“answeredJeekiesleepily。Thenhebegantosnore。

  Alanfellasleep,butwastooexcitedandtiredtorestverysoundly。

  Allsortsofdreamscametohim,oneofwhichherememberedonawakening,perhapsbecauseitwasthelast。Hedreamedthatheheardsomenoiseandopenedhiseyes,toseethattheywerenolongeraloneintheroom。Theoillampshadburnedquitelow,indeedsomeofthemwereout,butbythelightofthosethatremainedhesawatallfigurewhichseemedtoappearattheedgeofthesurroundingblackness,awoman’sfigure。Itwalkedforwardtothealtar-likestoneuponwhichlaythetinboxcontainingLittleBonsa,andafterseveralratherawkwardattempts,succeededinopeningit,therebymakinganoisewhich,inhisdream,finallyawokeAlan。Forawhilethefiguregazedatthefetish。Thenitshutthebox,glidedtohisbedandbentdownasthoughtostudyhim。Outofthecornersofhiseyeshepeeredupatit,pretendingallthewhiletobefastasleep。

  Itwasthatofawomanwonderfullycladingold-spangled,veil-likegarmentswithroundbossesshapedtothebreast,coveredwiththinplatesofgoldfashionedlikethescalesofafishwhichshowedofftheextraordinaryeleganceofherlitheform。Thelowlamp-lightshoneuponherfaceandthecoronetofgoldsetuponherdarkhair。Whatafaceitwas!Neverinallhisdayshadheseenitslikeforevilloveliness。Thegreat,languid,oblongeyes,therichredlipsbentlikeabow,thecruelsmileofthemouth,thebroadforeheadonwhichthehairgrewlow,thedelicatelyarchedeyebrowsandthelongcurvinglashesoftheheavylidsbeneaththem,theroundedcheeks,smoothasaripefruit,thefirm,shapelychin,thesnake-likepoiseofthehead,thelongbendingneck,andthefelinesmile;allofthesecombinedmadesuchadream-visionashehadneverseenbefore,andtotellthetruth,notwithstandingitsbeauty,forthatcouldnotbedoubted,neverwishedtoseeagain。SomehowhefeltthatifSatanshouldhappentohaveacopper-colouredwife,theexactpictureofthatladyhadprojecteditselfuponhissleepingsenses。

  Sheseemedtostudyhimveryearnestly,withakindofpassionateeagerness,indeed,movingalittlenowandagaintoletthelightfalluponsomepartthatwasinshadow。Onceevenshestretchedoutherroundedarmandjustliftedtheedgeoftheblanketsoastoexposehishand,theleft。AsitchancedonthelittlefingerofthishandAlanworeaplaingoldringwhichBarbarahadgivenhim;onceithadbeenhergrandfather’ssignet。Thisring,whichhadacoatofarmscutuponitsbezelseemedtointerestherverymuchassheexamineditforalongwhile。Thenshedrewofffromherownfingeranotherringofgoldfashionedoftwosnakescuriouslyintertwined,andgently,sogentlythatinhissleephescarcelyfeltit,slippeditontohisfingeraboveBarbara’sring。

  Afterthissheseemedtovanishaway,andAlansleptsoundlyuntilthemorning,whenheawoketofindthelightofthesunpouringintotheroomthroughthehigh-setlatticedwindowplaces。

  Alanroseandstretchedhimself,andhearinghim,Jeekie,whohadadog’sfacultyofinstantlyawakingfromwhatseemedtobethedeepestsleep,satupalso。

  “Yourestwell,Major?Nodream,eh?“heaskedcuriously。

  “Notvery,“answeredAlan,“andIhadadream,ofawomanwhostoodovermeandvanishedaway,asdreamsdo。“

  “Ah!“saidJeekie。“Butwhereyoufindthatnewringonfinger,Major?“

  Alanstaredathishandandstarted,fortheresetonitabovethatofBarbara,wasthelittlecircletformedoftwistedsnakeswhichhehadseeninhissleep。

  “Thenitmusthavebeentrue,“hesaidinalowandratherfrightenedvoice。“Buthowdidshecomeandgo?“

  “Funnyplace,GoldHouse。Itellyouthatyesterday,Major。Peoplecomeupthroughhole,likerat。NeverquitesureyoualoneinGoldHouse。Butwhatthisladylike?“

  Alandescribedhisvisitortothebestofhisability。

  “Ah!“saidJeekie,“prettygirl。Bigeyes,goldcrown,goldstayswhichfittightinfront,veryniceanddecent;sortofnight-shirtwithlittlegoldstarsallover——byJingo!IthinkthatAsikaherself。

  Ifso——greatcompliment。“

  “Confoundthecompliment,Ithinkitgreatcheek,“answeredAlanangrily。“Whatdoesshemeanbypokingabouthereatnightandputtingringsonmyfinger?“

  “Don’tknow,Major,butp’rapsshewishmakeyouunderstandthatshelikecutofyourjib。Findoutbyandby。Meanwhileyouwearring,forwhilethatonfingernoonedoyouanyharm。“

  “YoutoldmethatthisAsikaisamarriedwoman,didyounot?“

  remarkedAlangloomily。

  “Oh,yes,Major,alwaysmarried;onedown,othercomeon,yousee。Butshenotalwayslikeherhusband,andthenshemakehimsitup,poordevil,andhediedoublequick。GreathonourtobeAsika’shusband,butsoonallfinished。P’raps——“

  ThenhecheckedhimselfandsuggestedthatAlanshouldhaveabathwhilehecleanedhisclothes,anattentionthattheyneeded。

  ScarcelyhadAlanfinishedhistoilet,donnedtheArab-lookinglinenrobeoverhisownfragmentaryflannels,andaboveitthehatefulmaskwhichJeekieinsistedhemustwear,whentherecameaknockingonthedoor。MotioningtoAlantotakehisseatuponastool,Jeekieundidthebars,andasbeforewomenappearedwithfoodandwaitedwhiletheyate,whichthistime,havingovercomehisnervousness,Alandidmoreleisurely。Theirmealdone,oneofthewomenaskedJeekie,fortohismastertheydidnotseemtodaretospeak,whetherthewhitelorddidnotwishtowalkinthegarden。Withoutwaitingforananswersheledhimtotheendofthelargeroomand,unbarringanotherdoorthattheyhadnotnoticed,revealedapassage,beyondwhichappearedtreesandflowers。Thensheandhercompanionswentawaywiththefragmentsofthemeal。

  “Comeon,“saidAlan,takinguptheboxcontainingLittleBonsa,whichhedidnotdaretoleavebehind,“andletusgetintotheair。“

  Sotheywentdownthepassageandattheendofitthroughgatesofcopperorgold,theyknewnotwhich,thathadevidentlybeenleftopenforthem,intothegarden。Itwasalargeplace,agoodmanyacresinextentindeed,andkeptwithsomecare,fortherewerepathsinitandflowersthatseemedtohavebeenplanted。Alsoheregrewcertainofthemightycedartreesthattheyhadseenfromfaroff,beneaththosespreadingboughstwilightreigned,whilebeyond,notmorethanhalfamileaway,thesplendidriver-fallthundereddowntheprecipice。Fortheresttheycouldfindnoexittothatgardenwhichononesidewasenclosedbyasheercliffoflivingrock,andontheotherswithsteepstonewallsbeyondwhichranatorrent,andbythebuildingsoftheGoldHouseitself。

  Forawhiletheywalkedupanddowntheroughpaths,tillatlastJeekie,wearyingofthisoccupation,remarked:

  “Melancholyholethis,Major。RemindmeofWestminsterAbbeyinLondonfog,whereyouruncleofblessedmem’ryoftentakemeprayandlookatfustytombofking。S’posewegobackGoldHouseandseewhathappen。

  Anythingbetterthanstandaboutundercursedoldcedartree。“

  “Allright,“saidAlan,whothroughtheeyeholesofhismaskhadbeenstudyingthewallstoseekaspotinthemthatcouldbeclimbedifnecessary,andfoundnone。

  Sotheyreturnedtotheroom,whichhadbeensweptandgarnishedintheirabsence。NosoonerhadtheyentereditthanthedooropenedandthroughitcamelonglinesofAsikipriests,eachofwhomstaggeredbeneaththeweightofahidebagthatheboreuponhisshoulder,whichbagstheypiledupaboutthestonealtar。Then,asthoughatsomesignal,eachpriestopenedthemouthofhisbagandAlansawthattheyweefilledwithgold,goldindust,goldinnuggets,goldinvesselsperfectorbroken;moregoldthanAlanhadeverseenbefore。

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