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Book, page 151 / 298 with a pang he remembered his abject devotion to her. Abject no longer though! The victory he had just won restored his manhood, his sense of supremacy among his fellows. He loved this 180 ZULEIKA DOBSON woman on equal terms. She was transcendent? So was he, Dorset. To-night the world had on its moonlit surface two great ornaments -- Zuleika and himself. Neither of the pair could be re- placed. Was one of them to be shattered? Life and love were good. He had been mad to think of dying. No word was spoken as they went together to Salt Cellar. She expected him to talk about her conjuring tricks. Could he have been disap- pointed? She dared not inquire; for she had the sensitiveness, though no other quality whatsoever, of the true artist. She felt herself aggrieved. She had half a mind to ask him to give her back her ear-rings. And by the way, he hadn't yet thanked her for them! Well, she would make allowances for a condemned man. And again she remembered the omen of which he had told her. She looked at him, and then up into the sky. "This same moon," she said to herself, "sees the battlements of Tankerton. Does she see two black owls there? Does she hear them hooting?" They were in Salt Cellar now. "Mélisande!" she called up to her window. "Hush!" said the Duke, "I have something to say to you." "Well, you can say it all the better without that great box in your hands. I want my maid to carry it up to my room for me." And again she
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