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So on the occasion of Don Manuel's accident, finding Smellie unwilling as indeed he was still unable to take a long walk, I determined, as I have already said, to make a thorough exploration of the neighbourhood, and at the same time endeavour to ascertain whether the Daphne was once more in the river.
Apollo reached out and gathered the leaves and made them into a crown. "This tree shall be called laurel, and it shall be mine," he said. "I cannot grow old and the leaves of this tree shall be always green. Daphne has won the race against Apollo, the wreath of these leaves shall be her gift and mine to the bravest in every race. Kings and captains shall be proud to wear it."
She had seated herself on an Indian stool covered with a bit of Turkish embroidery, and, joining her hands on her lap, answered gravely: "No; I think I wasn't, while I loved you. But it didn't pay, did it?" Fiorsen stared at her. "It has made a woman of you, Daphne. Your face is different. Your mouth is prettier for my kisses or the want of them. All over, you are prettier."
The New Year was at hand, and Daphne Dare was to give a party. She was Colonel Dare's only child, a laughing, blue-eyed, sensible girl, who attended the village school, and was in the same class with Paul. "Whom shall I invite to my party, father?" she asked. "Just whom you please, my dear," said the Colonel. "I don't know what to do about inviting Paul Parker.
It positively announced some approaching misfortune which proceeded from this beautiful creature. The Biamite now advanced hesitatingly toward Hermon and Daphne, who were still a considerable distance from her. But Bias had also quitted his post of observation, and after she had taken a few steps forward, barred her way.
The stranger rose, with no sign of being startled, and removed his hat. Then Daphne sighed a great sigh of relief, feeling that she was safe. "Rome," he answered, in a voice both strong and sweet, "Rome has perished, and Athens too." "Oh" said the girl. "You speak English. If you are not a stranger here, perhaps you can tell me where the Villa Accolanti is."
Before we could stop him, he had congratulated the driver in excellent French on his recovery from the accident "which had so painfully disfigured him," and had asked for the name and address of the man who had designed the body of his cab. This was too much for Daphne, and she and Jonah called another taxi, and said they would see us at the hotel.
Then mortal terror suddenly seized him, and while he shouted for help to Myrtilus, Daphne, and her father Archias, his slave Bias, the old comrade of Alexander, Philippus, and his wife, he awoke, bathed in perspiration, and looked about him.
His mother, looking on, said to herself that he was angry and with good reason. But Mrs. Fairmile still smiled. "Ah! the Lelys!" she cried, raising her hand slightly toward the row of portraits on the wall. "The dear impossible things! Are you still discussing them as we used to do?" Daphne started. "You know this house, then?" The smile broadened into a laugh of amusement, as Mrs.
Daphne Barnes came to the side of the couch. "Darling, I only went to speak to your maid for a moment. Are you sure you can stand all this damp fog?" As she spoke Daphne took up a fur cloak lying on a chair near, and wrapped herself warmly in it. "I can't breathe when they shut the windows. But it is too cold for you." "Oh, I'm all right in this." Daphne drew the cloak round her.
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