Edwin Balmer

Edwin Balmer

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Portrait of Edwin Balmer Edwin Balmer The Surakarta (1913)

Drops of blood fell on the floor and blood was running down inside his sleeve as he tried to move the chair again. The chair had grown strangely heavy. He could not move it to that one section of wall still unexamined where he felt certain now the emerald was hidden. While he struggled with it, the door came down. Baraka and the Javanese in one wild, pushing, exclaiming mass hurled themselves upon him. Somewhere among the figures crowding into the room, it seemed to Hereford's dizzy senses, was his ward, Lorine.
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Portrait of Edwin Balmer Edwin Balmer The Surakarta (1913)

He dropped into the chair.
He was trying unavailingly to reconcile her with his expectations of a flighty, undisciplined child. She was not a child, but a young and bewitching woman whose face showed the determination and tenacity, as the flash of her brilliant eyes showed the daring, of old Matthew Regan—but of Matthew Regan refined, cultured, self-disciplined by contact with many kinds of people; for he saw that to any one other than himself she would have appeared a person of graceful tact and, no matter where it might have been acquired, good breeding.
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Portrait of Edwin Balmer Edwin Balmer The Surakarta (1913)

Or were they right and the emerald was still in the room, but not found?
Hereford struggled to his feet. As he staggered, it seemed to him it was the stun of the blows of the stick rather than the absurdly less painful cut through the shoulder which dizzied him. He got the chair, managed to climb upon it, and commencing where Annis had left off, began to poke along the picture mould.
Loud beatings upon the door and cries outside made his movements uncertain. He and Annis must have made more noise than he had thought, cudgeling each other in there; for many men seemed to be outside.
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