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And I would have gone to her but that my strength failed me. "Charmian!" She started, and, turning, uttered a cry, and ran to me. "Charmian," said I; "oh, Charmian!" And so, with her tender arms about me, and her kisses on my lips, the mist settled down upon me, thicker and darker than ever.
Charmian said "Oh!" again, but submitted with the eagerness of a disciple; all phases of the art-life were equally precious, and even a snub from such a master must be willingly accepted. He went away and would not have any tea; he had an air of trouble almost of offence. "Isn't he grand, gloomy and peculiar?" Charmian said. "I wonder what's the matter?"
Charmian came to believe her at last, after declaring it the rudest thing she ever heard of, and asking Cornelia what she expected to say to Mrs. Westley when she came for her. Cornelia could never quite believe it herself, though she strengthened her purpose with repeated affirmation, tacit and explicit, and said it would be very easy to tell Mrs.
"She was really hurt, and I don't believe I convinced her after all that I simply and honestly couldn't get the picture. I went to tell her this afternoon, and she seemed to feel some sort of disparagement I can't express it in my giving it up." He stopped, and Cornelia asked, as if forced to say something, "Does Charmian know?" "I suppose she does, by this time," said Ludlow.
"A right-handed one would bore you to death, and my aim in life is " "To avoid being bored. How often do you succeed in your aim?" "Whenever I am with you in this delightful house." "It is delightful," said Charmian to her host. "But why? Of course it is beautiful. But that's not all. It's personal. Perhaps that's it."
DEAR CHARMIAN, You've never been on the yacht, though I've always been dying to have you come. I've been glued to London for quite a time, and am getting sick of it. Aren't you? Always the same things and people. I feel I must run away if I can get up a pleasant party to elope with me. Will you be one?
Alston said he would drive with them to the hotel and take the cab on to his rooms in Madison Avenue. But when they reached the hotel Claude asked him to come in. "I can't go to bed," he said. "But, Claudie, it's past four," said Charmian. "I know. But after all this excitement sleep would be out of the question. Come in, Alston, we'll have something to eat, smoke a cigar, and try to quiet down."
"Ugliness is certainly not meant," said Heath, and for the first time she felt as if she were somewhere not very far from him. "Except very often by man. Isn't it astonishing that men created Venice and that men have now put steam launches in the canals of Venice!" Venice! Charmian seized upon the word, mentally leaped upon and clung to the city in the sea.
His song, Wild Heart of Youth, had been touched upon, and a tall young man, with a pale face and anxious eyes, had told Charmian that he loved it. Then they had discussed music. Claude at first had seemed uncomfortable, almost too modest, Charmian had thought. But the pressmen had been so agreeable, so unself-conscious, that his discomfort had worn off.
"These are the things your husband loves," said Charmian, pointing to the syrups. "I wonder " She paused. "Did you make as great friends with my husband as I have made with yours?" she asked lightly. Madame Sennier spread out her hands, which were encased in thick white kid gloves sewn with black.
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