Gordon Young

Name: Wild Blood — Chapter 15
Author: Gordon Young

Wild Blood — Chapter 15 (1921)

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“Wild Blood — Chapter 15”, published in 1921, is a work by Gordon Young. It explores elements such as Dula, Grahame and Hurricane Williams.

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Gordon Young, Wild Blood — Chapter 15 (1921)

“ Grahame spoke. His voice was hoarse and strained and evilly gleeful. Williams? Williams was the one man left on earth to have his friendship.
I glanced toward the women. Eunice's face was covered with distress; nothing could have seemed further from reason than what she was hearing her father say.
Dula leaned forward. Her dark face was aglow. Incredulous, amazed, she pressed the closed fingers of one hand to her cheek as if to grip back her delight.
Oh-ho-ho! Did Davenant's flesh still hurt from the bitter caress of hemp? To be beaten like a dog—and he the son of a marquis! ”

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Gordon Young, Wild Blood — Chapter 15 (1921)

“ But she followed Dula. She knew, perhaps psychically, that Dula was strong and wise. For all of the forced blooming of the tropics, Eunice was little more than a child, and a handful of dirt spread out on an oceanic mountain had been her world. When a woman is utterly innocent she has little left besides the urge to be loved, guided, sheltered, and an eagerness to trust.
Dula stood there alert, tense, her eyes on Grahame in a fascinated sort of way—her whole being concentrated in a kind of agonized suspense as to what he would reply to Davenant. ”

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Gordon Young, Wild Blood — Chapter 15 (1921)

“ Why should Grahame have thrown himself back, his body writhing under the brown-stained coverlet, his lean fingers tearing at his breast, and his face twisted as if fighting with somebody, when nobody had touched him?
Dula swiftly reached him—and I gasped. But she did not strike. There was no knife in her hands. She talked to him rapidly. She was not angry.
It was hard to catch what she said, for Eunice was crying, with her eyes open; and sobbing something too. The innocent are always helpless in the midst of evil, being truly meant for Heaven rather than for earth. ”

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Gordon Young, Wild Blood — Chapter 15 (1921)

“ Eunice, with her hands to her ears, collapsed trembling into a chair.
Dula caught at Williams's arm.
Then there was revealed the woman within her, that mystic woman that had seemed to lurk under the black cloak, lined with crimson; that had nestled in the shadows behind the curtains of eyes, dark and impenetrable. How scant the line between crime and love; and often the line is erased. Her potentiality for either was great. It takes something of the recklessness of crime for a woman to break through the instinctive hesitancy of her sex and speak as Dula spoke—of love, to Hurricane Williams. ”

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Gordon Young, Wild Blood — Chapter 15 (1921)

“ I doubt not but that He who knows all things, knows the inmost hearts of the wicked and loves them for what they might be if ever their hearts were struck open, as was the alabaster box of precious ointment of spikenard.
“Whom else,” I have asked bitterly of myself, “but some man fierce and stern could have struck fire from her—taught in the nursery to kiss a knife over which curses had been said?”
The very iron and flinty mold that gave her disturbing fear lest he could not be moved, made her love him. And now her hour had come for speaking out, even to his face. ”

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Gordon Young, Wild Blood — Chapter 15 (1921)

“ Dula exclaimed in a low voice, coming anxiously toward him.
Williams's eyes met hers, and in hers were alarm, tenderness, a caressing anxiety.
“Can you get away?” she asked breathlessly.
At the same time she was very close to him and made a little gesture as if to put her hands on him. Then she drew them back. I don't think she noticed at all what she was doing with her hands. The urge to touch him was strong. For that one moment the urge was repressed by the forces of hesitancy that dwell in women to keep them modest, or what is thought to be modest. ”

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Gordon Young, Wild Blood — Chapter 15 (1921)

“ Some psychic sense may have warned her that what is put off to the morrow may not always be done. Perhaps too the great fear that his last chance of escape from Dakaru was utterly lost increased the eager tension to have done with doubts. ”

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