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The first visit to Christine's flat had beatified and stimulated him. Would the second? Anyhow, she was the most alluring woman and yet apparently of dependable character! he had ever met. No other consideration counted with him. There was a soft knock; the door was pushed, and wavy reflections of the drawing-room fire played on the corner of the bedroom ceiling. Mrs. Braiding came in.
He would never be quite a little boy again. Or perhaps the Dragon wasn't dead at all perhaps Dragons never died, but lived on and on, hiding in secret places, waiting to pounce out on you and drag you back. He seized Christine's hand. "Let's run," he whispered. "Let's run fast." He discovered that there were people in the world who could make scenes without noise.
The Italian was like a slave, from whom it is necessary to hide nothing and never to blush. A stuffy little world with a perceptible odour! Ordinarily he had the common insular appetite for ventilation, but now stuffiness appealed to him; he scented it almost voluptuously. The ugliness of the wallpaper, of the furniture, of everything in the room was naught. Christine's profession was naught.
Silence, cold and suspicious, fell upon them, and poor John went away half-bereft of all the comfort his mother's trust and Christine's look had given him. The next day being Sabbath, no one felt at liberty to discuss the subject; but as the little groups passed one another on their way to church their solemn looks and their doleful shakes of the head testified to its presence in their thoughts.
When they took leave of each other by the roadside, Raoul, pressing a kiss on Christine's trembling hand, said: "Mademoiselle, I shall never forget you!" And he went away regretting his words, for he knew that Christine could not be the wife of the Vicomte de Chagny. As for Christine, she tried not to think of him and devoted herself wholly to her art.
She had met Banks Bowen in New York. "Tut, tut!" said the colonel. "Silence, or a good word for the absent same as the" The colonel stopped short. "You are so scornful about the other men, now you have chosen one!" Christine's face turned red. "Why, Chrissy! You would not compare your brother to those men! Papa, I beg your pardon; this is only for argument."
To begin with, he was persuaded that, if any one was to be pitied, it was he, Raoul. It would have been quite natural if she had said, "Poor Raoul," after what had happened between them. But, shaking her head, she repeated: "Poor Erik!" What had this Erik to do with Christine's sighs and why was she pitying Erik when Raoul was so unhappy?
Conrad caught his hand with his own left, and, while the blood began to trickle from a wound that Christine's intaglio ring had made in his temple, he looked at him with a kind of grieving wonder, and said, "Father!" The old man wrenched his fist away and ran out of the house. He remembered his address now, and he gave it as he plunged into the coupe.
With the exception of some slight passing indisposition, both she and her father had been seldom ill; and for a number of years now they had voyaged on over smooth, sunny seas of prosperity. Christine's sudden prostration on the morning following the entertainment was a painful surprise to both. "I will have Dr.
Thou shouldst not tremble thus; for, fearful as it is, he is in a condition to which we all must come." "So soon! so soon! so suddenly oh! it is he!" Adelheid, alarmed at the violence of Christine's feelings, was quite at a loss to account for them, when the relapsed grasp and the dying voice showed that her friend had fainted.
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