Tortured as she was with anxiety, she did not forget the wants
of her friends the animals. It came across her mind how once when she
had said to Vardri, "Let us see to the horses first," he had said half
in jest, "If I were a Spaniard I should be jealous. You always think
of the animals before everything else."
One by one the rest of the conspirators tramped heavily up the ladder,
leaving her alone with Sobrenski, who stood with his back to the
doorway, following her with his eyes as she moved to and fro in the
shadows cast by the solitary lamps.
Before he mounted the ladder in his turn, he came across the hut, took
her by the shoulder and spoke to her. "Be careful how you do your
work, for if it is not well done others will do it for you."
She could not answer; she shuddered at his touch; her hands went up and
covered her face.
Sobrenski turned and mounted the worn rungs of the narrow ladder with a
lithe, active step. He was quite sure of her now. She would not fail
to carry out his will.
CHAPTER XXII
"Il n'y a que l'amour et la mort.
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