He was like some rough wild
beast that has tracked its quarry to earth and crouches before the hole,
waiting for a victim.
"How did you find this out?" he asked again, looking up.
She was standing by the corner of the stool, now, all her marvellous
beauty showing in the light of the little lamp and against the wall
behind her.
"I was saying my prayers here, the first night they met," she said, as
if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I heard voices, as it
seemed, under my feet. I tried to push away the stool, and the foot
moved. That is all."
Aristarchi's jaw dropped a little as he looked up at her.
"Do you say prayers every night?" he asked in wonder.
"Of course I do. Do you never say a prayer?"
"No." He was still staring at her.
"That is very wrong," she said, in the earnest tone a mother might use
to her little child. "Some harm will befall us, if you do not say your
prayers."
A slow smile crossed the ruffian's face as he realised that this evil
woman who was ready to commit the most atrocious deeds out of love for
him, was still half a child.
CHAPTER IV
Marietta awoke before sunrise, with a smile on her lips, and as she
opened her eyes, the world seemed suddenly gladder than ever before, and
her heart beat in time with it.
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