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At one end of the table stood a bronze faun's head with open lips, with hand cupped at listening ear. Surely that head must have come from some buried art-find of the very long ago. The faint greenish patina that covered it could have been painted only by the hand of the greatest artist of them all, Time. A book-case occupied the northern space, between the windows.
Angelo had nothing to say and the prince walked on, but when next he came that way, he found that Angelo had broken off two of the faun's teeth; and this recognition of his criticism pleased Lorenzo so much that he invited Angelo to live with him. At first his father objected.
She said softly: "The wonder in the faun's face, Procris's closed eyes; the dog, and the swans, and the pity for what might have been!" Summerhay repeated: "Ah, for what might have been! Did you enjoy 'Pagliacci'?" Gyp shivered. "I think I felt it too much." "I thought you did. I watched you." "Destruction by love seems such a terrible thing! Now show me your favourites.
King Charles IV and his wife were in Rome, living in the Barberini Palace, and they spent their days in the seclusion of the Villa Mattei; and while the favourite and the Queen, who had now become a harpy, walked in those poetical avenues, bordered with box and laurel, the good Bourbon, now an old man, walked behind them, his forehead ornamented like a faun's, enchanted to watch them; I don't know whether he was playing the flute.
On a round black table there stood a golden bowl filled with moonlight-coloured velvety "palm" and "honesty"; from a black wall gleamed out the ivory mask of a faun's face; from a dark niche the little silver figure of a dancing girl. It was beautiful, but deathly. And Gyp, though excited always by anything new, keenly alive to every sort of beauty, felt a longing for air and sunlight.
Maitland knew anything about. That next fortnight left its marks on Blair Maitland. People who have always had what they want, have a sort of irrational certainty of continuing to have what they want. It makes them a little unhumanly young. Blair's face, which had been as irresponsible as a young faun's, suddenly showed those scars of thwarted desire which mean age.
He lilted a swaying air, and whirled her round the room with gipsy glee. His face looked like the faun's, elfin, mischievous, happy as the springtime. At last he dropped into a chair. Then Mary fetched her teakettle. They quenched their thirst, she shared his cigarette, they prattled like children.
The hair curls in crisp short clusters, and the ear, fine and shaped almost like a Faun's, reveals the scrupulous fidelity of the sculptor. Italian art has, in truth, nothing more exquisite than this still sleeping figure of the girl, who, when she lived, must certainly have been so rare of type and lovable in personality.
Be here in fifteen minutes you say? First-rate! Don't fail me. Good-bye!" He was smiling a little now as he pressed the button again and rang off. He put the faun's head back on the table, got up and stretched his vigorous arms. "By Allah!" he exclaimed, new notes in his voice. "What if what if it could be, after all?"
All right; I shall try and find YOU now." But Gyp shook her head. "No. Come and look at my very favourite picture 'The Death of Procris. What is it makes one love it so? Procris is out of drawing, and not beautiful; the faun's queer and ugly. What is it can you tell?" Summerhay looked not at the picture, but at her. In aesthetic sense, he was not her equal.
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