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At first she had sternly refused to talk about the Cardews to Edith, but the days in the sick room had been long and monotonous, and Edith's jealousy of Lily had taken the form, when she could talk, of incessant questions. So Edith knew that Louis Akers had been the cause of Lily's leaving home, and called her a poor thing in her heart.
Akers conducted us to the shop of the jeweller Castellani, who is a great reproducer of ornaments in the old Roman and Etruscan fashion.
Neither moved aside, but it was Akers who spoke first. "Always busy, Cameron," he said. "What'd the world do without you, anyhow?" "Aren't you on the wrong side of this barricade?" "Smart as ever," Akers observed, watching him intently. "As it happens, I'm here because I want to be, and because I can't get where I ought to be."
But now, life seemed to him a broad highway, infinitely crowded, down which he must move, surrounded yet alone. But at least he could walk in the middle of the road, in the sunlight. It was the weaklings who were crowded to the side. He threw up his head. It had never occurred to him that he was in any, danger, either from Louis Akers or from the unseen enemy he was fighting.
Willy Cameron was pained and anxious. He knew Akers' type rather than the man himself, but he knew the type well. Every village had one, the sleek handsome animal who attracted girls by sheer impudence and good humor, who made passionate, pagan love promiscuously, and put the responsibility for the misery they caused on the Creator because He had made them as they were.
But there had been, apparently, no attempt to keep his new quarters secret. If Lily was at the Saint Elmo He found a taxicab, and as it drew up at the curb before the hotel he saw the Cardew car moving away. It gave him his first real breath for twenty minutes. Lily was not there. But Louis Akers was. He got his room number from a clerk and went up, still determinedly holding on to himself.
Akers, the sculptor, had recommended this position to us, and accompanied us thither, as the best point from which the illumination could be witnessed at a distance, without the incommodity of such a crowd as would be assembled at the Pincian.
She had sent him a message of warning about Akers, and from it he had reconstructed much of the events of the night she had taken sick. "Tell him to watch Louis Akers," she had said. "I don't know how near Willy was to trouble the other night, Ellen, but they're going to try to get him." Ellen had repeated the message, watching him narrowly, but he had only laughed.
Akers, the sculptor, had recommended this position to us, and accompanied us thither, as the best point from which the illumination could be witnessed at a distance, without the incommodity of such a crowd as would be assembled at the Pincian.
Well, would I perhaps be kind enough to take out a couple of letters that had come for him? I trudge up town again, along the same road, pass by the joiners who are sitting with their cans between their knees, eating their good warm dinner from the Dampkoekken pass the bakers, where the loaf is still in its place, and at length reach Bernt Akers Street, half dead with fatigue.
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