Only Elizabeth was silent. She rose to her feet, as tall as her brother,
without an emotion on her face. And her brother would never forget her.
"It seems that you've won, Vance. It seems that blood will out, after
all. The time is not quite up--and you win the bet!"
Vance shook his head as though in protest and struck his hand across his
face. He dared not let her see the joy that contorted his features.
Triumph here on the very verge of defeat! It misted his eyes. Joy gave
wings to his thoughts. He was the master of the valley.
"But--you'll think before you do anything, Elizabeth?"
"I've done my thinking already--twenty-four years of it. I'm going to do
what I promised I'd do."
"And that?"
"You'll see and hear in time. What's yonder?"
The men were rising, one after another, and bunching together. Before
Vance could answer, there was a confusion in the hall, running feet here
and there. They heard the hard, shrill voice of Wu Chi chattering
directions and the guttural murmurs of his fellow servants as they
answered. Someone ran out into the hall and came back to the huddling,
stirring crowd in the living room.
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