A Galahad of the Creeks; The Widow LamportLevett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
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A Galahad of the Creeks; The Widow Lamport
Levett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
Burma -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
Bah Hmoay dropped his voice to a whisper as he said, "You are too
hasty; women are always so. Follow me," and, passing behind the idol,
he touched a door which seemed to open of its own accord, disclosing a
small passage dimly lighted by a single lamp. At the end of the
passage was a small archway, so low that it was necessary for both to
stoop as they entered it, and beyond was a large hall, along whose
sides a row of Gautamas or images of the Budh was arranged with
military precision. The images were alternately of white and black
marble, and at the extreme end lay a huge recumbent casting of the
Messiah of the East. Small lozenge-shaped cuttings in the wall above
let in bars of light, which fell on the dim statues and made the
polished brass of the recumbent image glow as if it were red-hot. The
girl leaned lightly against the arm of the huge figure, and something
flashed in her hand as she did so. Bah Hmoay observed it as he pointed
to the dagger, and said with a smile, "You are very careful, Ma Mie;
too careful for one so beautiful."
There was enough in the speaker's voice to make his listener turn on
him like a panther, and Father Fragrance stepped back with a hasty
apology. Then he spoke in a low tone for some time, the woman all the
while keeping her guarded attitude. "There," he said at last, "this is
a good offer. Will it do?"
"I am selling my husband's honour," she replied. "No, it is worth a
larger price."
The priest uttered an exclamation of impatience, and moving off a few
feet stooped near the foot of an idol, and picking up something from a
recess there returned bearing it in his hands. He held it to the light
as he approached, and Ma Mie saw that it was a bracelet of rubies,
which flashed and glowed with a hundred colours. She almost gasped as
she looked at it.
"Oh, how lovely!"
"Let me put it on your arm." Bah Hmoay, suiting his action to his
words, stepped back with an admiring look. "There is nothing like this
in all Pazobin," he said. "I will add it to my offer."
The woman hesitated and was lost. "It is a bargain," she said, and the
face of Father Fragrance glowed with joy. "The new Englishman comes to
dine with him to-night," she added. "When he is gone, I will settle
all. And now I must go; I have been away too long."
"You can go this way," said the priest as he turned the key in a
carved door toward the right, and opening it showed Ma Mie a back path
that led out of the pagoda gardens. "And remember, the police guard
must be very weak at Yeo next Friday."
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