Und sterbend zu dir sprechen:
‘Madam, ich liebe Sie!’ …
“Lucille! … Ach, Lucille!”
He drew himself back with a jerk, drank his brandy at a gulp and called angrily:
“Bakunjala!”
The flutter of sand preceded a gasped:
“Bwana!”
Zu Pfeiffer gave him an irritable command. Four [pg 184] minutes elapsed during which he gazed steadily at the portrait. He turned at the slither of feet. Bright blue beads glittered in the lamplight as the daughter of Bamana sank upon her heels.