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Violet's report of the glimpse she had had of Rose, together with what were felt to be the rather amusingly extravagant set of deductions she had made from it, spread in diminishing ripples of discussion through all their circle. And then, concentrically, into wider circles. Most of their own intimate group took Constance's attitude.
I promise him novelty; but it is not, when duly scanned, a novelty of a light and frivolous cast. But throughout that routine of dissipation in which he chased the phantom Forgetfulness, Godolphin sighed for the time he had fixed on for leaving the scenes in which it was pursued. Of Constance's present existence he heard nothing; of her former triumphs and conquests he heard everywhere.
Shortly after Charlie had been comfortably established in Constance's dressing room, Uncle John Roland had appeared at the stage door of the theatre, his placid face filled with genuine alarm. He had been left in charge of Charlie, and the child had eluded his somewhat lax guardianship and run away.
Half an hour previous, Juana had been urging on her workwomen with reminders that very little time was left before the dresses must be ready; but Maude had learned now that in the eyes of the Mistress, Constance's will was law, and she therefore received with little surprise the order to "sue the Senorita."
For the time being she had no home. To Constance she was 'paying a visit. Constance did not appear to realize the awful conditions of dirt, decay, and provinciality in which she was living. Even Constance's house was extremely inconvenient, dark, and no doubt unhealthy. Cellar-kitchen, no hall, abominable stairs, and as to hygiene, simply mediaeval.
It was too late; Constance's eyes had already pounced upon it. She read it aloud with gleeful malice. "Who in thunder is Constance Wilder?" If that's an example of the famous Jerry Junior's politeness, I prefer not to meet him, thank you.
You see' his glance rested entirely on Mr. Wilder; he studiously overlooked Constance's presence 'this Angelo Fresi, the fellow they are after, got into a quarrel over a gambling debt and struck a superior officer. To avoid being court-martialled he lit out; it happened a month ago in Milan and they've been looking for him ever since.
Amy was commanded to hold her tongue. And as she went in mortal fear of Mr. Povey she did hold her tongue. Nothing occurred for several days. And then one morning it was Constance's birthday: children are nearly always horribly unlucky in their choice of days for sin Mr.
In the young man's hand was a black velvet cap, covered by a spreading plume of apple-green feathers. Round the waist, outside the gown, was a tight black velvet band, to which was fastened the scabbard of a golden-hilted sword. This extremely smart young gentleman was Sir Edmund de Holand, Earl of Kent, brother and heir of the Duke of Surrey, and brother also of Constance's step-mother.
There is a face which always reminds me of hers, though the figure in the portrait is far more matured and developed than Constance's willowy form the picture of Queen Joanna of Naples in the Palazzo Doria. I have stood before it long, trying in vain to read the riddle of the haughty lineaments, and serene, untroubled eyes.
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