It
was not in the part of the mere brigand. Something had been granted.
Something short of the utmost in the captor's power had been exacted. He
had shown that there were things he would not do.
Then might not something more be won from him? A further delay, another
point; something, no matter what, which could be turned to advantage?
With the brigand it is not possible to bargain. But who gives a little
may give more; who gives a day may give a week; who gives a week may give
a month. And a month? Her heart leapt up. A month seemed a lifetime,
an eternity, to her who had but until to-morrow!
Yet there was one consideration which might have daunted a spirit less
brave. To obtain aught from Tavannes it was needful to ask him, and to
ask him it was needful to see him; and to see him _before_ that to-morrow
which meant so much to her. It was necessary, in a word, to run some
risk; but without risk the card could not be played, and she did not
hesitate. It might turn out that she was wrong, that the man was not
only pitiless and without bowels of mercy, but lacked also the shred of
decency for which she gave him credit, and on which she counted. In that
case, if she sent for him--but she would not consider that case.
The position of the window, while it increased the women's safety,
debarred them from all knowledge of what was going forward, except that
which their ears afforded them.
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