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I signed all manner of papers in the prefecture; I did not read them over, for fear lest I could not sign them conscientiously. It was the safest plan. Aimee kept trembling so I thought she would faint, and then we went off to the nearest English chaplaincy, Carlsruhe, and the chaplain was away, so Morrison easily got the loan of the chapel, and we were married the next day.
"I shall have my revenge," she murmured, and pressed closer to him again, every sensuous, sumptuous line of her a challenge and an enticement. "I give you life," she whispered, very low in her throat. "You give me, perhaps, an hour ?" "I haven't an hour," said Ryder very desperately and unhappily. "Not when Aimée is with that devil " It took every thought of Aimée to get the words out.
I love the American papers, especially the Sunday ones, although they do weigh nearly half a ton! As for the interviewers, I never cease to marvel at their cleverness. I tell them nothing, and the next day I read their "story" and find that I have said the most brilliant things! The following delightful "skit" on one of these interviews suggested itself to my clever friend Miss Aimée Lowther:
"Can you guess whom I have just this moment seen?" he said. "Yes," sprang from her lips, without a second's hesitation. "You have seen Grif." "I have seen Grif," he answered. "He is at the corner of the street now. If I had attempted to speak to him he would have managed to avoid me; and because I knew that, I came here, hoping to find Aimée; but since Aimée is not here "
At Milan, 1886, her "Will He Arrive?" was heartily commended in the art journals. <b>RAE, HENRIETTA.</b> See Normand, Mrs. Ernest <b>RAGUSA, ELEANORA.</b> See O'Tama. <b>RAPIN, AIMÉE.</b> At the Swiss National Exposition, 1896, a large picture of a "Genevese Watchmaker" by this artist was purchased; By the Government and is in the Museum at Neuchâtel.
He came to the house upon one occasion and found Aimée crying quietly over one of Miss MacDowlas's letters in the parlor, and in his sympathy he felt compelled to speak openly to her. Then Aimée, heavy of heart and full of despairing grief, handed him the letter to read. "I have known it would be so from the first," she sobbed. "We are going to lose her.
To sit there in my chair and see his old place empty, to sit and hear the people passing in the street and know I should never hear his footstep again, to see the door open again and again, and know he would never, never pass through. It would break my heart, it would break my heart!" "It is broken now!" cried Aimée, in a burst of grief, and she could protest no more.
"For shame, Denis?" said Aimee. "You are ridiculing him who first called my father L'Ouverture." "And do you suppose he knew the use that would be made of the word?" asked Genifrede. "If he had foreseen its being a tide, he would have contented himself with the obsequious bows I remember so well, and never have spoken the word." Denis was forthwith bowing, with might and main.
But at the end of that time she marched into the parlor one day, attired for a walk, and astonished them all by gravely announcing her intention of going to see Dolly. "What are you going for?" said Mrs. Phil. "Rather sudden, is n't it?" commented Mollie. "I 'm going on business," returned Aimée, and she buttoned her gloves and took her departure, without enlightening them further.
His idolatry of her was no surprise to any who looked upon her in her beauty, now animated and exalted by the love which she had avowed, and which was sanctioned by her father and her family. The sisters were dressed nearly alike, though Aimee knew well that it would have been politic to have avoided thus bringing herself into immediate comparison with her sister.
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