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Updated: May 19, 2025


And there, in the dim-lit halls, with its rows of closed doors in blank-faced witness thereof, they embraced, these two, despising, as Flaubert despised, to live in the reality of things. "My boy's beau-ful cheeks all cold!" "My girl's beau-ful cheeks all warm and full of some danged good cologne," said Mr.

She grew troubled, sensitively following his mood; her hands were now pressed to her breast, her lips parted. She was so bewilderingly pure, in her dim-lit, pearly haze of silk, that he paused with an involuntary contraction of pain at what must follow. "The child, Eunice," he struggled on; "I couldn't leave her at the Academy because it might injure you.

At what you called 'candle-lightin' time, wherever I was in strange drawing-rooms, on rushing express trains, on ships plowing the seas, sitting about camp-fires in the wilderness I'd always seem to see that little, dim-lit room in your New York, and you kneeling beside me on the hearth-rug, with the firelight on your face and hair.

"It's all right," I said. We stumbled along for a time in a close silence. We passed a dim-lit, rain-veiled window. "The silly world," she said, "the silly world! It eats and sleeps. If the wet didn't patter so from the trees we'd hear it snoring. It's dreaming such stupid things stupid judgments. It doesn't know we are passing, we two free of it clear of it. You and I!"

She debated a moment, while the bidarka drifted swiftly from her, then raised her voice to a quavering treble. "I am old, Nam-Bok, and soon I shall pass down among the shadows. But I have no wish to go before my time. I am old, Nam-Bok, and I am afraid." A shaft of light shot across the dim-lit sea and wrapped boat and man in a splendor of red and gold.

I have my work to do, and I shall not rest to-night, till I have planned it in my head." Surely the brilliancy of those eyes was feverish; the little hands she laid upon them to draw them into the dim-lit library were hot as fire. "Why, yes, my pretty," quoth the good uncle, stifling a portentous yawn, and striving to look wondrous wise, "Adrian, she wants to consult me, sir, hic!"

For a long time the memory of that night's events had been almost intolerable: the picture of that dim-lit library, of the staring, stricken face of her victim had more than once filled Lilas with such horror that she had taken refuge in double doses of cocaine; but now, strangely enough, she felt no repugnance whatever in looking back upon it.

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