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The evening light fell across us, whitening the row of faces on my left, but leaving those on my right in shadow. It occurred to me on the instant that my mask was actually an advantage, seeing that it protected my sight from the side-light, and enabled me to watch his eyes and point with more concentration.
"You jest still, my Margaret," replied the count, with a forced laugh. "But I tell you that I intend to tame my wild doe into a submissive woman, who loves her master and obeys his call. Away with this mask of reluctance! You love me; for you have given me the proof of your love by leaving kindred and honor to follow me."
Somehow the man reminded her of the animal, the fierce little woods marauder, trapped and hopeless, but scorning to cower as would the gentler creatures of the forest. Abruptly his expression changed again. His figure stiffened, the muscles of his face turned iron. Virginia saw that someone on the beach had pointed toward him. His mask was on. The first burst of greeting was over.
Bretton, seeing their condition, ordered them instantly to the kitchen; prohibiting them, at their peril, from setting foot on her carpeted staircase till they had severally put off that mask of Old Christmas they now affected. Into the kitchen, however, we could not help following them: it was a large old Dutch kitchen, picturesque and pleasant.
Now all was ready; he could lay aside his mask and his embroidered dress, and assume his uniform. The ballroom was closed, the music silenced, the silver melted into thalers. The king left Berlin and joined his generals at Potsdam.
"Yes," Joan whispered, her lips shaking. "I've killed the brute." Her face became a classic mask of tragedy, the drawn brows, horrified eyes, and widened mouth. "Pierre? Killed?" Her voice, hardly more than a whisper, filled the house with its agony. "Are you sorry?" demanded her rescuer sternly. "Was he in the habit of tying you up or was this branding a special diversion?"
And, most disturbing question of all, is to be "liked" the final standard? Whether to wear, or not to wear, a mask towards one's world? For there is so much that is not ripe to show change and uncertainty....
We needn't be discussed and pointed at in the streets?" she asked heavily, her face a mask of distaste. "That's impossible," said John, briefly. "To some people nothing is impossible," Margaret said. Her husband turned again without a word, and left her. Afterward she remembered the sick misery in his eyes, the whiteness of his face. What did she do then? She didn't know.
I allow that Nick's an old offender; but it ain't fair to condemn him on mere supposition, simply because the victim in this case is alleged to have been gagged by a man wearing a mask.
And even before that: When you went walking with Benda in the woods, I walked along behind, and took so much pleasure in watching you walk, but I didn’t know it. And when you came into the room there in the Long Row, and caressed the mask and sat down at the piano and leaned your head against the wood, don’t you recall how indispensable you were to me, to my soul?
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