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"I have not thought at all" said Morgana, quickly, "I can always fill it with friends. No end of people are glad to winter in Sicily." "But will such 'friends' care for YOU or YOUR happiness?" suggested the Marchese, pointedly. Morgana laughed. "Oh, no, I do not expect that! Nowadays no one really cares for anybody else's happiness but their own. Besides, I shall be much too busy to want company.
The Professor walked slowly up to the bed and looked at this strange effigy of a human being for many minutes in silence, Morgana watching him with strained but quiet suspense. Presently he touched the forehead it was stone-cold then the throat, stone-cold and rigid he bent down and listened for the heart's pulsations, not a flutter not a beat!
"See where she stands!" he continued, and they both looked towards the beautiful flower-bordered terrace at the verge of the gardens overhanging the sea where for the moment Morgana stood alone, a small white figure bathed in the deep rose afterglow of the sunken sun "Like a pearl dropped in a cup of red wine! ready to dissolve and disappear!"
I had expected Morgana Royal to grace the function, but I hear she is quite engrossed with the decoration and furnishing of her Sicilian palace, as well as with her advising artist, a very good-looking Marquis or Marchese as he is called. It is also whispered that she has invented a wonderful air-ship which has no engines, and creates its own motive power as it goes!
"You wrong yourself, my child" he said, slowly "You wrong yourself very greatly! You have a power of which you appear to be unconscious a great, a terrible power! you compel interest you attract the love of others even if you yourself love no one you draw the very soul out of a man " He paused, abruptly. Morgana raised her eyes, the blue lightning gleam flashed in their depths.
"You must not be cynical, my dear!" said Lady Kingswood, gently "Life is certainly full of disappointments, especially in love and marriage but we must endure our sorrows patiently and believe that God does everything for the best." This was the usual panacea which the excellent lady offered for all troubles, and Morgana smiled. "Yes! it must be hard work for God!" she said "Cruel work!
'Lord Cadurcis, this childish nonsense must cease; it has already endangered the life of your mother, nor can I answer for her safety, if you lose a moment in returning. 'Child, you must return, said Morgana. 'Child! said Plantagenet, and he walked some steps away, and leant against a tree. 'You promised that I should remain, said he, addressing himself reproachfully to Morgana.
As Madame Sand perceived that this artist, in place of giving body to his phantasy in porphyry and marble, or defining his thoughts by the creation of massive caryatides, rather effaced the contour of his works, and, had it been necessary, could have elevated his architecture itself from the soil, to suspend it, like the floating palaces of the Fata Morgana, in the fleecy clouds, through his aerial forms of almost impalpable buoyancy, she was more and more attracted by that mystic ideal which she perceived glowing within them.
And there came an evening why did he think of it now, he wondered? when, after a brilliant summer ball given at the beautiful residence of a noted society woman on Long Island, he had taken Morgana out into their hostess's garden which sloped to the sea, and they had strolled together almost unknowingly down to the shore where, under the light of the moon, the Atlantic waves, sunken to little dainty frills of lace-like foam, broke murmuringly at their feet, and he, turning suddenly to his companion, was all at once smitten by a sense of witchery in her looks as she stood garmented in her white, vaporous ball-gown, with diamonds in her hair and on her bosom smitten with an overpowering lightning-stroke of passion which burnt his soul as a desert is burnt by the hot breath of the simoon, and, yielding to its force, he had caught the small, fine, fairy creature in his arms and kissed her wildly on lips and eyes and hair.
"Do you attack and destroy all strangers so?" she asked "Is that your rule?" "It is our rule to keep away the mischief of the modern world" replied the Voice "As well admit a pestilence as the men and women of to-day!" "I am a woman of to-day," said Morgana. "No, you are not, you are a woman of the future!" and the Voice was grave and insistent "You are one of the new race.
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