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"Oh, did I?" "And you recommended a courier to her whom you knew very well, and in whom you had great confidence." "Ah! And what was that courier's name?" "Emanuel Pick. I wasn't fond of Emanuel myself," with a sharp glance at Braith's eyes, "but I supposed you knew something in his favor, or you would not have left er the lady in his charge." Braith was silent.
She said she was madly in love with me." Braith made a grimace of such disgust that Rex would have laughed, only he saw in time that it was self-disgust which made Braith's mouth look so set and hard. "I wanted to marry her. She wouldn't marry me. I was not rich, but what she said was: `One hates one's husband. When I say vulgar, I don't mean she had vulgar manners.
When they were apart for days, there weighed a cloud of constraint on Rex's mind, which Braith's first greeting always dispelled. But it gathered again in the next interval. It rose from a sullen deposit of self-reproach down deep in Gethryn's own heart. He kept it covered over; but he could not prevent the ghost-like exhalations that gathered there and showed where it was hidden.
Rex was up and trying to dress. He turned a peaked face toward his friend. His eyes were two great hollows, and when he smiled and spoke, in answer to Braith's angry exclamation, his jaws worked visibly. "Keep cool, old chap!" he said, in the ghost of a voice. "What are you getting up for, all alone?" "Had to tired of the bed. Try it yourself six weeks!"
Then from the stairs below came Braith's anxious voice. "Trent! Is all well?" "Et tout les jours passes dans la tristesse Nous sont comptes comme des jours heureux!" The street is not fashionable, neither is it shabby. It is a pariah among streets a street without a Quarter. It is generally understood to lie outside the pale of the aristocratic Avenue de l'Observatoire.
"It's a case of hypnotism." The girl, who had been staring back at Clifford, suddenly shrugged her shoulders, and turning to her companion, said aloud: "How like a monkey, that foreigner!" Clifford withdrew his eyes in a hurry, amid a roar of laughter from the others. He was glad when Braith's entrance caused a diversion. "Hullo, Don Juan! I see you, Lothario! Drinking again?"
"That's awfully nice of you, Rowden," cried Gethryn, with a happy smile; "she will have a chance to thank you tonight." He leaned over and touched his face to the flowers. As he raised his head again, his eyes met Braith's. "Hello!" cried Braith, cordially. Rex did not notice how pale he was, and called back, "Hello!" with a feeling of relief at Braith's tone. It was always so.
Suddenly the little Mirror man's eyes bulged out, he stiffened and grasped Braith's arm; his fingers were like iron. "What the deuce!" began Braith, but, following the other's eyes, he became silent and stern. "Talk of the devil do you see him Pick?" "I see," growled Braith. "And and excuse me, but can that be madame? So like, and yet "
It seems to me the sooner I can get into the pine air and the sea breezes at Arcachon, the better chance I have of being fit to push on to Florence, via the Riviera, before the summer heat." "And then?" "I don't know." "You will come back?" "When I am cured." There was a long silence. At last Gethryn put a thin hand on Braith's shoulder and looked him lovingly in the face.
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