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Miss Ambient, who shared this apartment with us, gave me at such moments significant glances; she had before rejoining us gone upstairs to ask about the child. His mother and his nurse gave a fair report, but Miss Ambient found his fever high and his symptoms very grave. The Doctor came at ten o'clock, and I went to bed after hearing from Mark that he saw no present cause for alarm.
As soon as he had gone I felt that I ought to have volunteered in his place, and I said as much to Miss Ambient; but she checked me by grasping my arm quickly, while we heard the wheels of the dog-cart rattle away from the gate. "He's off he's off and now I can think! To get him away while I think while I think!" "While you think of what, Miss Ambient?"
The lady's visit, however, had presumably been long, and she presently rose for departure and kissed Mrs. Ambient. Mark started to walk with her to the gate of the grounds, holding Dolcino by the hand. "Stay with me, darling," Mrs. Ambient said to the boy, who had surrendered himself to his father.
And to think that only this afternoon I saw all of those gawky girls working in the fields, their legs the colour of tan bark, with sandals that looked like canal-boats, skirts made of hemp, just regular kids. And you transform them tonight into gleaming cloudlets to float upon the ambient atmosphere " "For heaven's sake, Pete, stop being an author and talk like a real man," interrupted Fitts.
But I took these movements for mechanical and was little surprised when he suddenly pushed away everything that was before him and, with his head in his hands and his elbows on the table, sat staring strangely at the cloth. "What's the matter, caro fratello mio?" Miss Ambient quavered, peeping from behind the urn. He answered nothing, but got up with a certain violence and strode to the window.
"Do you call that being perfect as a mother?" Ambient inquired. "Yes, from her point of view." "Damn her point of view!" cried the author of Beltraffio. And he left the room; after which we heard him ascend the stairs.
Ambient was charming my friend the American poet, from whom I had my introduction, had never seen her, his relations with the great man confined to the exchange of letters; but she wasn't, after all, though she had lived so near the rose, the author of "Beltraffio," and I didn't go down into Surrey to call on her.
The atmosphere was bright and clear as under a summer sun, but without the heat; the air as fine and bracing as winter, but without the cold. We lost sight entirely of the two great tormentors, heat and cold, and for the few days of our stay forgot their very existence. I have heard of persons feeling, under the effect of laughter, as light and buoyant as if floating in ambient air.
He had made every provision for the night and was to return early in the morning. I quitted my room as eight struck the next day and when I came downstairs saw, through the open door of the house, Mrs. Ambient standing at the front gate of the grounds in colloquy with Mackintosh.
"I adore everything that gives a charm to life. I'm intensely sensitive to form. But sometimes I draw back don't you see what I mean? I don't quite see where I shall be landed. I only want to be quiet, after all," Miss Ambient continued as if she had long been baffled of this modest desire.
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