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Updated: May 22, 2025
Davilof could just see the rounded whiteness of them, glimmering like pale pearl next the satin sheen of night-black hair. With a stifled cry he sprang forward and gripped them in his strong, supple hands, drawing them down inexorably. "Kiss me!" he demanded fiercely. "Magda, kiss me!" She shook her head, struggling for speech. "No!" she gasped. "No!"
Davilof was presented and June repeated her invitation. He shot a glance of triumph at Magda. "I shall be delighted, madame," he said, giving June one of his quaint little foreign bows. "But the sun is shining so gloriously might we not have it out here?" June looked round her doubtfully.
But now the new ring of determination, of something unexpectedly dogged in his voice, poignantly recalled the warning uttered by Lady Arabella earlier in the day. Magda's nerve wavered. A momentary panic assailed her. Then she intuitively struck the right note. "Ah, Davilof, don't worry me now not to-night!" she said appealingly. "I'm tired. It's been a bit of a strain the accident and and "
With the springing up of the lights it was as though a spell had broken. The strained, hunted expression left Magda's face. She wasn't frightened any longer. Davilof was no more the man whose sudden passion had surged about her, threatening to break down all defences and overwhelm her.
"Why are you so startled? We were bound to meet, weren't we?" "No, we were not. I proposed leaving the house the moment my solo was over." Magda laughed a little. "So afraid of me, Antoine?" she mocked gently. He made no answer, but his hands, hanging at his sides, clenched suddenly. Magda advanced a few steps towards him and paused. "Davilof," she said quietly. "Will you play for me to-night?"
Storran's wife one can see her heart breaks, and it is you who are breaking it. Yet nothing touches you! You've no conscience like other women no heart " Magda pulled herself out of his grasp. "Oh, do forget that I'm a woman, Davilof! I'm a dancer. Nothing else matters. I don't want to be troubled with a heart. And and I think they left out my soul." "Yes," he agreed with intense bitterness.
It was Davilof who told me who the woman was." "I can prevent your marrying Quarrington!" Magda could hear again the quiet conviction of Antoine's utterance. So he had known, then, when he threatened her, that June was Michael's sister! She wondered dully how long he had been aware of the fact how he had first stumbled across it and realised its value as a hammer with which to crush her happiness.
He recounted the incident with a little swaggering air of bravado, boyishly delighted at the success of his small ruse. Vexed as she was Magda could hardly refrain from smiling; the whole thing was so eminently un-English so exactly like Davilof! "Well, now that you have seen me, will you please go away again?" she said coolly, reopening her book as though to end the conversation.
It seemed to imply an almost child-like wonder that she should ask that there could possibly be any other reason for his presence. But it failed to propitiate Magda in the slightest degree. She felt intensely annoyed that anyone from the outside world from her world of London should have intruded upon her seclusion at Ashencombe, nor could she imagine how Davilof had discovered her retreat.
Davilof had written the music for it, and the dance was to be performed at the Imperial Theatre for the first time the following week. Davilof played ever more and more softly as the dance drew to its close.
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