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He quite understood W.'s feelings in the matter, and was perfectly willing to make an arrangement about Tunis. The thing was neither understood nor approved at first by the French Government. W. returned to Paris, "les mains vides; seulement a chercher dans sa poche on y eut trouve les cles de la Tunisie" as one of his friends defined the situation some years ago.
The art of conversation isn't dead yet, whatever the perhaps you saw me being got out?" "No, I didn't." "But you do know?" "Naturally." "I say, I wish you'd let me have " He checked himself abruptly, and muttered: "Good God! What a brute I am." He sprang up and walked about the room. Presently he stopped in front of the statuette of the "Danseuse de Tunisie."
He was almost disavowed by his Government. The ministers were timid and unwilling that France should take any initiative even his friend, Leon Say, then Minister of Finances, a very clever man and brilliant politician, said: "Notre collegue Waddington, contre son habitude, s'est emballe cette fois pour la question de la Tunisie."
Toutain, Cités romaines de la Tunisie, p. 79 note: 'Ce qui toutefois est incontestable, c'est que cette disposition d'une régularité artificielle, autour de deux grandes voies exactement orientées et se coupant a angle droit, est très rare dans l'Afrique romaine.
In an angle of the wall, on a black ebony pedestal, stood an extremely beautiful marble statuette of a nude girl holding a fan. Under this, on a plaque, was written, "Une Danseuse de Tunisie." Sir Donald went up to it, and stood before it for two or three minutes in silence. "I see indeed you do care for beauty," he said at length. "But forgive me that fan makes that statuette wicked."
That fact was another of the pleasures with a bitter savour. Robin met her at the head of the stairs, with an air of still excitement not common in his look and bearing. He followed her into the blue room where Sir Donald had talked with Carey. The "Danseuse de Tunisie" still presided over it, holding her little marble fan. The open fireplace was filled with roses.
For a moment he was busy pouring the water into the teapot. While he did this there was a silence between them. Lady Holme got up from the sofa and walked about the room. When she came to the "Danseuse de Tunisie" she stopped in front of it. "How strange that fan is," she said. Robin shut the lid of the teapot and came over to her. "Do you like it?" "The fan?" "The whole thing?"
Carey had judged and loved, yet Carey had said he did not believe in a God. Robin wondered if he believed now. Robin was in Rome, and could not hear the words of a man and a woman who were sitting one night, after the marriage, upon a piazza above the Lake of Como. The man said: "Do you remember Robin's 'Danseuse de Tunisie'?" "The woman with the fan?" "Yes. I see her now without the fan.
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