The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
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156 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
your note—your tragic S.O.S.? And now I find<br />
you out-<strong>of</strong>-doors a free man <strong>and</strong> spooning with<br />
your blasted dusky maiden!"<br />
"I won't vouch for her maidenhood," rejoined<br />
Pinkerton with asperity <strong>of</strong> tone, "but I wish to<br />
Heaven you'd learn horse-sense <strong>and</strong> conform to custom<br />
here."<br />
"Conform to hell!" answered Bruce. "What on<br />
earth possessed you to write me that note?"<br />
"All bluff, old boy. Bluff on <strong>the</strong>ir part, I mean.<br />
<strong>The</strong> blighters captured me for <strong>the</strong> space <strong>of</strong> about<br />
ten minutes, furnished me with pencil <strong>and</strong> paper,<br />
threatened me with battle, murder, <strong>and</strong> sudden<br />
death, <strong>and</strong> let me go."<br />
"But—but I don't underst<strong>and</strong>."<br />
"A put-up job to get me to write you. I<br />
imagined <strong>the</strong>y would put restraint on your movements,<br />
prevent me seeing you, <strong>and</strong> leave you guessing,<br />
to extract obedience <strong>and</strong> all that sort <strong>of</strong> tripe."<br />
"<strong>The</strong>y did," Bruce told him, "but I got away."<br />
Pinkerton gave out a hollow laugh. "Better come<br />
<strong>of</strong>f your bloody perch, old bean," he advised. If<br />
you take my advice I'd sink your old womanish<br />
ideas <strong>and</strong> take less water with it; <strong>the</strong>n, perhaps,<br />
you'd see sense. God, damn it, man!" Brian suddenly<br />
shot out, losing his temper, "She's pretty<br />
enough, isn't she?"<br />
"Oh, go to hell!" Bruce said, <strong>and</strong> returned to his<br />
quarters.<br />
All that day Swinton was left religiously alone<br />
but for <strong>the</strong> attention <strong>of</strong> his servant. He spent <strong>the</strong><br />
day studying, in which he became so immersed that<br />
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at nightfall he failed to hear <strong>the</strong> approaching footsteps<br />
<strong>of</strong> Molota.<br />
She came s<strong>of</strong>tly up behind him, put her s<strong>of</strong>t h<strong>and</strong><br />
on his shoulder.<br />
"Molota 'ope you quite well to-night, Monsieur<br />
Bruce. You great strong bully, breaking my pauve<br />
Tuamontian 'eads," <strong>the</strong> girl remarked, <strong>the</strong>n went<br />
into peals <strong>of</strong> laughter.<br />
Her victim jumped up, furious with anger. "You<br />
little devil, you!" he began, <strong>the</strong>n seized hold <strong>of</strong><br />
her. What his intention was he had no idea, but a<br />
vague urge to beat her came to him. Ere he could<br />
lay his h<strong>and</strong>s upon anything with which to chastise<br />
<strong>the</strong> vixen she gave him a reproving box on his ear.<br />
It was an extremely light blow, if blow at all; still,<br />
<strong>the</strong>re it was, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> affront fur<strong>the</strong>r angered <strong>the</strong><br />
man.<br />
"I'll teach you," he began, <strong>and</strong> took her more<br />
roughly to do it.<br />
Crushed in his arms, Molota looked up at him.<br />
"Oui, beat me, please, Monsieur Bruce," she urged.<br />
"From you, Molota like much, such rough 'ouse!"<br />
Her s<strong>of</strong>t, little mouth was raised to his, unresisting.<br />
Something snapped in Bruce. He gazed at her loveliness,<br />
wondering how to deal with her. Her lovely<br />
mouth seemed to tell him, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> morning sun<br />
peeping through a cranny in <strong>the</strong> but found him<br />
asleep in her arms—his auburn, curly head was<br />
pillowed against her s<strong>of</strong>t breast; her cheek was<br />
against it.