[Prisoners of Chance by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookPrisoners of Chance CHAPTER I 14/17
Was it because of this--in search of help, in need, perchance--that you have sent for me ?" She bowed her head; a tear fell upon my broad hand and glistened there. "Yes, Geoffrey." The words were scarcely more than a whisper; then the low voice seemed to strengthen with return of confidence, her dark eyes anxiously searching my face. "I sent for you, Geoffrey, because of deep trouble; because I am left alone, without friends, saving only the _pere_.
I know well your faithfulness.
In spite of the wrong, the misunderstanding between us--and for it I take all the blame--I have ever trusted in your word, your honor; and now, when I can turn nowhere else for earthly aid, the good God has guided you back to New Orleans.
Geoffrey Benteen, do not gaze at me so! It breaks my heart to see that look in your eyes; but, my friend, my dearest friend, do you still recall what you said to me so bravely the night you went away ?" Did I remember! God knew I did; ay! each word of that interview had been burned into my life, had been repeated again and again in the silence of my heart amid the loneliness of the woods; nothing in all those years had for one moment obliterated her face or speech from memory. "I remember, Eloise," I answered more calmly.
"The words you mean were: 'If ever you have need of one on whom you may rely for any service, however desperate (and in New Orleans such necessity might arise at any moment), one who would gladly yield his very life to serve you, then, wherever he may be, send for Geoffrey Benteen.' My poor girl, has that moment come ?" The brown head drooped until it rested in unconsciousness against my arm, while I could feel the sobs which shook her form and choked her utterance. "It has come," she whispered at last; "I am trusting in your promise." "Nor in vain; my life is at your command." She stopped my passionate utterance with quick, impulsive gesture. "No! pledge not yourself again until you hear my words, and ponder them," she cried, with return to that imperiousness of manner I had loved so well.
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