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For that one night she would live again. She would feel his arm about her and the magic in her brain. Already her feet yearned to the alluring rhythm. She leaned against the door-post, and gave herself up to her dream. Yet once more the wine of the gods was held to her lips. She would drink deeply, deeply. Softly the strains of Simple Aveu floated along the corridor.
To begin with, there is an appalling lack of variety. At one period "Pomp and Circumstance" was played in almost every theatre, sometimes well, often badly, till we got sick of it. Pieces such as "Après le Bal" and "Simple Aveu" were hurled at us every night.
Falling into disfavor after 1815, he was only President of the Tribunal of Gannat. M. Etienne Dupont, Judge in the Civil Court of Saint-Malo, sent me an extract from an aveu collectif of the "Leftenancy of Tinténiac de Guinemer des Rabines." The Guynemers, in more recent times, have left traces in the county of Saint-Malo, where Mgr.
It was headed in a bold hand: "To Daphne." And below in much smaller writing she read: "Come to the top of the stairs when the band plays Simple Aveu, and leave the rest to me. A wild thrill went through her. But could she? Dared she? Had she not practically promised Isabel that she would go to bed? Yet how could she go, and leave this direct invitation, which was almost a command, unanswered?
The tender strains of a waltz, Simple Aveu, floated softly in broken snatches in on the west wind, and again as one who hears a voice that calls Isabel came back. She raised herself suddenly. Her face was alight, transfigured the face of a woman on the threshold of Love's sanctuary. "Oh, my dearest!" she said, and her voice thrilled as never Dinah had heard it thrill before.
She had hurt him, she had disappointed him; she did not know how she would ever look him in the eyes again. Her sleep throughout that last night was broken and unrefreshing, and ever the haunting strains of Simple Aveu pulsed through her brain like a low voice calling her perpetually, refusing to be stilled.
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