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Especially of the lady who has done me the great honour of consenting to become my Wife." He begun unbuttoning his jacket. "Will you step into the garden with me, and give me satisfaction?"
"Come along, then." As Fly
"Oaf!" said Sebastian, and leaned forward involuntarily to meet Fly
The low Wooden railing caught him behind the knees and he toppled slowly into the flower-beds below the stoep.
"You've killed him, , wailed Rosa, and picked up the heavy china tea-pot.
"I hope so," said Fly
There was an ominous stirring among the flowers.
presently Sebastian's head emerged with blue hydrangea petals festively strewn in his hair and the skin around both eyes fast swelling and chameleoning to a creditable match with the petals. "I say, Fly
"He wasn't looking," Rosa accused. "You hit him before he was ready."
"Well, he's looking now," roared Fly
Fly
Both his eyes had puffed and he was experiencing discomfort from his rear end; nevertheless, he stood once again with his left arm extended and the right crossed over his chest. Glancing beyond Fly
"Rosa!" Sebastian was alarmed. It was clear that Rosa would not stop at patricide to protect her love. "Rosa! What are you doing with that knife?"
"I'm going to stick him with it!"
"You'll do no such thing," said Sebastian, but Fly
"Thanks, Bassie," said Fly
Very few people had ever seen Sebastian Oldsmith lose his temper. The last time it had happened was eight years previously; the two sixth-formers who had invoked it by forcing Sebastian's head into a toilet bowl and flushing the cistern, were both hospitalized for a short period.
This time there were more witnesses. Attracted by the cries and crash of breaking crockery, Fly
They watched in breathless wonder.
From the grandstand of the veranda, Rosa, her eyes sparkling with the strange feminine ferocity that arises in even the mildest women when their man fights for them, exhorted Sebastian to even greater violence.
Like all great storms, it did not last long, and when it was over the silence was appalling. Fly
Mohammed and five of his men carried him towards the bungalow. He lay massive on their shoulders with the bulge of his belly rising and falling softly, and an expression of unuSUal peace on his bloody face.
Standing alone on the lawn, Sebastian's features were contorted with savagery and his whole body shook as though he was in high fever. Then, watching them carry the huge, inert body, suddenly Sebastian's mood was past. His expression changed first to concern, and then to gentle dismay. "I say..." his voice was husky and he took a pace after them. "You shouldn't have kicked me." His hands opened helplessly, and he lifted them in a gesture of appeal.
"You shouldn't have done it."
Rosa came down from the veranda and walked slowly towards him. She stopped and looked up at him, half in awe, half in glowing pride. "You were magnificent," she whispered. "Like a lion." She reached up with both arms around his neck, and before she kissed him she spoke again.
"I love you, "she said.
Sebastian had very little luggage to take with him. He was wearing everything he possessed. Rosa on the other hand had boxes of it, enough to give full employment to the dozen bearers that were assembled on the lawn in front of the bungalow.
"Well," murmured Sebastian, "I suppose we should start moving."
"Yes," whispered Rosa, and looked at the gardens of Lalapanzi. Although she had suggested this departure, now that the time had come she was uncertain. This place had been her home since childhood. Here she had spun a cocoon that had shielded and protected her, and now that the time had come to emerge from it, she was afraid. She took Sebastian's arm, drawing strength from him.